Joana’s Reviews > how sunflowers bloom under moonlight: a collection of poems on love and heartbreak by isabella dorta > Status Update
Joana
is 55% done
"when i say that i am fuckable, not lovable,
it is not to say i am only desirable for sex.
believe me,
i know my body is not the sort of body boys beg to
have sex with. it is to say
i do not think i am someone who anyone can truly love.
i am too much work,
too difficult,
too complex.
i can feel myself
waiting for him to realise this,
to throw in the towel and tell me,
‘you’re just too much to deal with.’ "
— 14 hours, 46 min ago
it is not to say i am only desirable for sex.
believe me,
i know my body is not the sort of body boys beg to
have sex with. it is to say
i do not think i am someone who anyone can truly love.
i am too much work,
too difficult,
too complex.
i can feel myself
waiting for him to realise this,
to throw in the towel and tell me,
‘you’re just too much to deal with.’ "
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Joana
is 18% done
"she will let the water run over her, too afraid
of her own body to touch it, she will scrub herself raw
with sponges in a bid to remove his stench.
and when police ask her why she did not report
the sex immediately,
everyone listening will say
‘hmm, what a good question.’
not a single person will stop and ask ‘why,
the fuck are they calling that sex?' "
— Sep 24, 2026 02:08PM
of her own body to touch it, she will scrub herself raw
with sponges in a bid to remove his stench.
and when police ask her why she did not report
the sex immediately,
everyone listening will say
‘hmm, what a good question.’
not a single person will stop and ask ‘why,
the fuck are they calling that sex?' "