Torn In Two.
I sit here in this class thinking of her,
My regret is so huge I cannot think.
It has been months since she married her sir.
Without her to brighten my day, life stinks.
I sit here in this class thinking of him,
Is he really what I am looking for?
He only wants me fulfill his whim
Only for sex; I feel like a big whore.
I am torn; Agirl I cannot have,
A boy with physical, trivial needs.
The words her and I exchanged I will save.
He likes to be oral but...differently.
I am not used of external organs
and the constant need to be physical.
I know little of the strange world of men,
Only that with her will complete my soul.