Sex Card

She tries so hard

too hard sometimes

she plays the sex card

and it works she finds

They're all the same,

humans, insecure

no matter wealth nor fame

in ourselves we're never sure

She's looking for love

in all the wrong places

but she finds instead

lust to fill the spaces

The holes in her heart

abandonement, fate

she picks herself apart

until shes filled with hate

hate for herself

and others still

hates how shes felt

and her lack of self will

sure the sex card works

but at what price?

because with the risk of lust

can love suffice?

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Jonathan Estep's picture

Wow...this is a great poem!...i like it lotz...Great write