she fucks herself nightly
fingers wrapped around the shaft
gripping tight with knuckles white
she shoves it in
pulls it out
(lather, rinse, repeat)
she’s thinking of all the men
images of cocks in her head
remembering their lies
that got them in her bed
the promises
the vows
the propositions of a better life
taking every chance
on a chance
for a greater man
they all left her
used her and out the door
they all hurt her
this makes her feel sad
but at times she doesn’t mind

when she sees them on the streets
after their “lets just be friends” phone call
after she swallowed their sperm
she likes to watch them squirm
they can’t even look her in the eye
and this gives her so much power
it seems that she should be depressed
that she was used and forgotten
but she got a good lay (most of the time)
and so did they
but they were too cowardly
to reach for the better thing
they could have had the whole package
her heart, mind, and soul
but they settle for a drunken night
that will haunt them for the rest of their lives
she knows it is their loss
their fault for being pathetic

they have made her cry
and at times forced her to build a wall
but she can still get off to the memories
of their dicks
in her sweet little hole

she knows that she has become empowered
by their lack of balls to commit
but does she give a shit?
hell no
she fucks herself nightly
reminiscing about those assholes