A Burden Iv Missax Portable | My Virginity Is

Because the truth is sharper: it's not the absence that burdens me. It's the presence. The constant awareness. The way I measure every glance, every almost-touch, every moment I pull back when I wanted to lean in. Not out of virtue. Out of fear. Out of the strange shame of having saved something no one has ever tried to take.

And I am so tired of standing so straight just to prove I'm not broken. my virginity is a burden iv missax

But gifts are not supposed to ache.

I have worn this word— virgin —like a second skin. Some days it feels like armor. Most days, it feels like a splinter. Because the truth is sharper: it's not the

They call it a gift, this thing I carry. A ribbon of waiting. A lock without a key yet turned. The way I measure every glance, every almost-touch,

Here’s a piece written in a raw, reflective, and deeply emotional tone, as if spoken from the inside of that feeling.

I'm not broken. I'm just waiting — and waiting has become its own kind of ghost.