I remember the night you took my innocence, in the back the building, laying in your car. We were drunk and high and everything felt just right. I could’ve imagined you to be any man I wanted you to be, and that you would’ve been. It didn’t matter that I had barely just met you or you had nothing going for yourself because you whispered all the right words and touched me as I had never been touched before. I felt like I was on top of that world for those few minutes; nothing could force me to come down.

Despite all of my desires, the sun eventually came up and I saw you for the filthy piece of shit you were. Good morning.