innocence, the lack thereof or « innocence, the lack thereof, or the last boy to fuck me in a parking lot. »it's awkward. grabbing my shoulders with a sharp but caring jerk (such a grief attempt to rid me of sad. no oh.) with such earnest eyes that could not even look at me a moment before. but of course there are thoughts and assumptions of abuse. i can see everything in his eyes when i dare to look. i can feel my suffering hurts him. « won't you please forgive them ? » but it is not a them which i refuse to forgive. it is not a person or an object. i simply cannot and will not forgive the world for taking you from me.(calm, now)i hung leaves from my ceiling. they