Gone

He'd done this plenty of times

Like a serial crime

To girls who thought they were supposed to feel a certain way, 

Thought they were supposed to be a certain way

Touching me in a way I'd never been touched before

Saying, "It's okay."

To all of my, "I'm a little unsure(s)." 

I didn't want to see him

And I didn't want to be seen by him

But he tossed my on the bed

Romantically trying to rip my clothes off

My heart pounding

My nerves shaking

Like an animal on top

Hot skin with blood boiling

Taking its prey

Tearing into it's soul

With one thrust he tore 

And that was it,

My Irreplaceable Element Robbed,

Gone