All you said that it wouldn't hurt.
You'll take care of me.
It's going to be fun.
But all those were a lie.
You took it.
You took the most precious thing to me.
I told you, I wasn't ready.
I told you, I want to wait.
But me being me I didn't want you to leave me or get mad at me.
So I let you, I let you take the one thing I treasure the most.
I let you take the only thing that define me as my innocence.
All for what?
For not leaving me.
But you did anyways.
Not saying anything, not even a acknowledgment of my existent.
You told me you love me.
But, I guess I'm the fool here to actually believing you.
And there you have it.
It's better now. RIGHT?