When we were young,
Innocent as our smooth skin.
we didn't understand.
Why they stared
This is for the kids like me,
the kids who still feel your hands.
Who didnt know about the birds and the bees.
Until,
you showed them.

Now, we're adults, scarred.
A lovers wrong touch triggers unwanted memories
and you haunt my every move.
You made me.
Broken and Untouchable.
This is for the adults who are still children.
Who cry into the blackness
for the life you stole.