• kanav_bawa 5w

    The Touch of "Love"
    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