The loss of innocence

Like the clothes savagely ripped from my back
He stole it.
Peircing me deep like a knife.
Killing the childlike bliss I protected. 
So beautiful said when done in love
Is marred with pain an regret.

So long kept safe 
So quick to loose and break.
So carelessly thrown away 
On the scum of the streets
The most precious treasure wasted.

Tossed aside, not thought of any worth,
But more than its worth of weight in pain
At its destruction. 

All to satisfy the weight of peers
Their pressure now lifted only to be replaced,
By a new more heavier burden.
 
A thing to be proud of scorned by a change of time.
The unlocking of this special door
Only brings more scorn.
Branded a slut, a whore for giving up 
the purest form of innocence  
To a man undeserving of the gift.

My virginity stolen by a thief in the night,
The purest connection of love, burned
By a forced union 
And in its wake a consuming regret
Cast like deaths shadow to haunt you 
Because of the terrible mistake you make.