You buy me diamonds but that
does not mean you deserve the jewels
of my being.
I am wined and dined but that
does not mean you get to taste my innocence
for your dessert
And for the man, no sorry, I should say boy
for the boy who took innocent,
stole it with the simple lie of I love you;
this does not mean you get to possess my mind
longer than it took for you to have your way;
discard me like the dirty napkin at the
end of your meal.
You do not get to garden
my every thought, plant weeds amongst
the flowers just because you took mine,
ever so delicately,
when you trapped me between
and your lust.