Virginity

Who’s responsible, for

That dark patch, can’t scrub it

Off my skin. Why, it’s a stain.

Not me, maybe me. Was it then

You?

Couldn’t be, I let you in. You loved

Me.

Liar, perhaps stupidity did. Sorry, I mistook

You

For somebody else. Please leave

Now, I can’t look upon this mess anymore.

I weep, oh folly, I weep.

Many questions, countless reasons. But I

Still don’t know. Why?

Fuck the maternal bonds, or the supposed Soul-

Mate.

To Mate – the necessity of life?

Kill me then,

Here and now.