Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

Honesty.
Sobriety.
My virginity.

No way to regain
the first two, I almost
gave away the last.

Forgiveness isn’t my best thing.
Easier staying pissed. But I’m
tired of being pissed all the time.
Tired of feeling hurt by stuff that
can never be fixed because it is
an indelible part of the past.

Innocence eroded into nightmare.
All because of very bad touch.
Love, corrupted.

I felt angry,
frustrated.
I felt I didn't belong, not in my,

church, not in my home, not


in my skin.

Love is more than blind. It's brain-dead.