My Virginity Is A Burden Iv Missax Fix May 2026

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.

But gifts are not supposed to ache.

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

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. And now it sits between my ribs—not pure, just unused

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. But gifts are not supposed to ache

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 deeply emotional tone, as if spoken from the inside of that feeling.