Adolescent Love

What am I worth if I am not loved by the man who held my adolescent body?

Who is he if not loved by me?

We remain as two meaningless characters in a novel which ends in tragedy,

Will the young girls cry at the thought of being a woman like me?

Placid and Complacent,

Willing to do whatever for the loving touch of a man,

What is a man if he has not stolen girlhood?

Ruined and irreparable,

I believe that is all that was wanted from me,

I will be conventional and willing if it meant for me to be loved.

Reprise

What am I if I am not loved by the man who held my adolescent body?

His first touch,

As gentle as my own,

He will be anything as a man can,

But my adolescence will always be defined by man,

The soulless,

Emotionless woman,

Young girls see me and scoff,

To the woman who had it all,

The woman who gave it up,

But I refuse to be conventional and willing to be loved.