Me, a young girl hopelessly wanting to be loved
so I let it be defined in a boy's touch
The way he used to touch me was proof
he carried soft promises on the tip of his fingers
I opened myself up for him
giving my body away for the promise of beauty
How was I to know all that lay ahead  
that love I felt when he caressed my inner thigh
still small and frail with innocence
Was a mixture of lust and greed, love absent in the mix
He drugged me on it, forcing it down my throat till my mind was barren
and my strength nothing
My body is permanently stained
from the ignorance of a naive girl, and I
forever hold the blame for believing his touch was love