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
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
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
