I have given a piece of myself I cannot get back.
He has done the same with me.

Together we shared sheets as we shed innocence.

The burning between my legs felt passionate in the breaths we shared and kisses we placed. I wished it to last forever so it stayed with me even after.

It followed me every day for a week, reminding me of what I'll never get back. To give myself away in a state in which I hate.. I'll never forgive myself.

I let him see too much of me and I'll never forgive myself.

I let myself get too comfortable and I'll never forgive myself.

I laid beneath him, nothing but blubber and moans, as a core memory in which we took innocence from each other.

I am too grotesque to love.
I am too grotesque to hold.
I feel as if I've taken more than he's taken from me.
I had no worth before him and now he has less as well.

Yet I pity myself.
I am grotesque.