I still remember the day you stole my love.
My world became blurry, except the image of you.
I imparted every unique part of me.

                    I still recall the day you pummeled my love.
                    Taking my innocence and your serving of my heart.
                    You left me wounded, but I guess that wasn’t your plight.

                                         I still hate the day loving became complicated.
                                         I no longer share pieces of myself.
                                        The distinguished part you took- *I’m unable to rebuild.