Is That All I Am?

Why, men?
Is that all I am—skin and curve, not soul and storm?
You laugh with me, and I start to believe
Maybe this time, it’s not pretend.
But then—
"Send a pic?"
Like the real me ain't worth the wait,
Like my thoughts ain't soft enough to hold,
Like I'm a prize you unwrap then ghost.
I liked you 'cause you made me laugh,
Not 'cause I wanted to be stripped of my worth.
Why must wanting love feel like shame?
Am I so bad inside?
So flawed that your first thought
Isn't knowing my dreams but claiming my body?
It's hard being me—
A girl with a heart,
Not just a body in your inbox.