from the beginning of our lives

we are pure

we are innocent

until you get your first scraped knee

or broken bone

your skin and bones are no longer pure of imperfection

these imperfections go from one thing to another

one by one

you slowly become more and more impure

until one day

that boy

the boy you thought loved you

loved you the way you loved him

gets what he wants

taking your last form of purity from you

and leaves

leaving you with impaired judgment

you are no longer pure

you are imperfection