My Virginity Is A Burden Iv Missax Access

I want to lay it down. Not dramatically. Not in a poem. Just quietly, on some Tuesday, with someone who doesn't want to take it but simply be there when it falls away like a cloak I never needed.

I'm not broken. I'm just waiting — and waiting has become its own kind of ghost. my virginity is a burden iv missax

And now it sits between my ribs—not pure, just unused . Like a letter never mailed. A song never sung into a microphone that might crackle back. I want to lay it down

Missax — that ache you left unnamed. That scar shaped like a question mark. You taught me that virginity isn't innocence. It's just unlived life crystallized into a single fragile fact. And facts, when held too long, turn to stone. Just quietly, on some Tuesday, with someone who