Bad sex was an addiction,
Good sex was an addiction,
I couldn’t stop the addiction,
I didn’t know I had an addiction,
I didn’t know how to stop the addiction.
I asked myself, “Why do I want sex?”
I used sex to control my panic attacks,
The panic attacks didn’t always let me enjoy sex,
Sometimes sex stopped the panic attacks,
Still it was a wrong reason to have sex.
I had sex because I was lonely,
I thought the loneliness would go away,
I became more lonely,
The loneliness never went away,
It was wrong to have sex because I was lonely.
I had sex to try to keep the man,
I thought he would stay,
Sex wasn’t able to help me keep the man,
He didn’t stay,
It was wrong to have sex just to keep the man.
I had sex because I believed it was love,
I fooled myself when he mistreated me,
Mistreatment isn’t love,
True love doesn’t mistreat me,
It was wrong to lie to myself about love.
I had sex because I felt that I couldn’t live without a man,
I felt that I needed the sex,
I felt that I needed the man,
It was wrong to believe that I needed the sex,
It was wrong to believe that I needed the man.
Eventually the addiction went away,
Analyzing helped the addiction,
The wrong reasons went away,
The right reasons cured me of the addiction,
Now sex always makes me happy because the wrong reasons went away.