Iv Missax [best] — My Virginity Is A Burden

And I am so tired of standing so straight just to prove I'm not broken.

I have worn this word— virgin —like a second skin. Some days it feels like armor. Most days, it feels like a splinter. my virginity is a burden iv missax

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. And I am so tired of standing so

I wanted to give it once. Not for love, not for God, not for marriage. Just for me —to stop the counting. To stop the way I flinch when friends laugh about their first times, their bad ones, their funny ones, their strange ones. I have no story. Only a hallway. Only a door I keep polishing instead of opening. Most days, it feels like a splinter

But gifts are not supposed to ache.

Because a burden, even a sacred one, still bends the spine.