It’s always hard when someone is in love with the idea of you
Like One false move
One wrong step
And your porcelain image will shatter in front of them,
Cracks will appear
To reveal your weaknesses and your downfalls and your past mistakes
And you will no longer be this out of reach
human
beauty
porn-star.
You are real and raw and you shit and you cry
And you are so imperfect
So wayward
So backwards in your flawlessness
It’s the artificial parts of you that they bloodlust after
Not the thoughts, emotions and feelings that overwhelm
you
It scares them that a pretty little thing can feel so much
And so
Of course, they run away
As fast as they can
With the hope that cracks do not appear
in the next porcelain beauty.
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