Pain and lust run hand and hand with the folly of a mislead youth.
I stained my sheets with the likes of a worse breed, thus making my own skin glow against theirs.
I was a queen in a twisted bed of thorns.
My petals wilted away.
I never cared enough to ask their names, let alone their thoughts or values.
Then there was this boy who would come to learn me in a way no other had attempted.
He played the hero to a lost little girl.
He loved it, he loved the way I’d melt with his tongue.
I became the jester in a royal mess of relations.
In time he’d rape me of more than just my crown.
But it wasn't until the afterglow that I realized, the things he took from me were the things I never really wanted.
We fell together from a cliff of unspoken words.
At the bottom I found a voice of my own.
I still think of him from time to time.
I think of where I am now and where I might have ended up had there been no one to pluck the bloom of regret from the bud of a mislead youth.
