Innocence Such a fragile thing, ripped from my heart by you. I loathe what you had become your glee, your certainty. How you could defile me and sleep soundly. And I-- still here, replaying it. A prisoner of my own mind, denying the love I might have known, the person I might have been. Maybe it's my fault? Maybe I did this to myself? No. You caged me. You made me bite. You made me small. Did you think I wanted this? That I chose this? No. I just wanted to be a kid for a few more minutes.
Sorry guys this is like way more deep than my other poems lolol T-T (Not my photo)
