Burnt Out

Why hasn't anything changed?

First he will fuck me, but not love me. Now he will love me, but not fuck me. Because I'm not lovable? Fuckable? There's nothing left inside of me there... not even the desire that I thought would never exhaust itself... And I am a shell. Vacuous and afraid. Trembling at every corner now with none of the old assurance. And this is my life... and it will be so forever. Because he doesn't get his fucking charge.