How interesting

that I have never

loved anyone

I have 

slept with.

How interesting that

I have never slept

with anyone

I love.

Such a paradox.

It makes me sick.

I have used

and been abused,

found naked on the 

men's restroom floor,

and was told 

"you're lucky I 

didn't take

pictures"

A fucked up view of life.

But looking up through

bottomless shots 

of tequila,

was it worth it?

I question if

all of this;

me, you, him, her,

is worth

it.