My Virginity Is A Burden Iv Missax //free\\ May 2026

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

But gifts are not supposed to ache.

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. my virginity is a burden iv missax

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.

I'm not broken. I'm just waiting — and waiting has become its own kind of ghost. Here’s a piece written in a raw, reflective,

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 have worn this word— virgin —like a second skin. Some days it feels like armor. Most days, it feels like a splinter. That scar shaped like a question mark

They call it a gift, this thing I carry. A ribbon of waiting. A lock without a key yet turned.