Thinking is no longer easy,
for all that runs through my mind,
is all that you took, so easily.
So greedily, you picked every petal,
off the flower of my innocence.
And I regret it.

But never once did I tell you no,
because I started to believe,
that love granted the right to take,
so I traded the most intimate
parts of myself for love,
and never spoke a word when
you felt the need to delve into me,
only let heavy breathing
replace gentle heart,
and I was only a young thing.
Didn't know how it felt to be taken
for granted. But I learned.
Quite quickly.

It got to a point where there was,
absolutely no indication.
No questions asked.
Your callused hands simply took,
what you made me believe
was rightfully yours.
And it hurt to think that
I was a piece of property.
But I let it go on because I was
afraid if I didn't,
you'd find someone who would.

One day you finally took too much.
And I finally let go,
of what I thought was love.
I let go because love isn't greedy.
Love is gentle and kind,
and it waits, until you're ready.
Ready to free the parts
of your soul that you thought
could never be touched.
I was naive.
Letting you take so much of me,
it left me wounded.
Now all that's left of you,

a scar strategically placed on my heart.