you weren't my first love but you were my first hate; the first one I despised more than myself.
it’s been 3 years
and i still feel as dirty
as i did
the second you decided
to lay your corroded hands
onto my innocent skin.
even now,
your invisible touch
burns my nerve endings,
singes my soul,
and leaves a rotted patch
in the rose
i once called my purity.
I was 13, you were 17; sure it was my fault cause I was drunk