Love was never a virtue
But it didn't matter
Never mattered to
The virgin in love
In love with a fake
In love with no one
And No One was going to
Take all she had
Seventeen never a pure age
Senior year of high school
Never a pure year
Why change a statistic?
When you think you know what
Love is..?
Purity lost to a tainted angel
Fallen from open wings
Every last ounce of innocence
Poured into the roaring ocean
But its okay
Love was never a virtue
Especially when love was his
To abuse
Only to end the roller coaster
After stealing her will
Without her knowing
To end what she thought
Was real
Not even to her own face
Why admit you lost something
When its still out there somewhere?
She finds it again
Pieces were missing
But nonetheless still whole
Chained it to her wrist
Tattooed it to her neck
Taped her paper wings to her back
The one name scribed onto
The list of corruptions
A quick dash of whiteout
She is the
Edited virgin