I Am Still In Love With Her

I am still in love with her. They said she was easy. But I did not see that. I loved her I know I did. At fourteen she was more of a woman than a girl. I was fourteen too My eyes were in awe of her. The other girls in class we’re jealous of her beautiful body now moving to womanhood. Far faster than theirs were. Boys in the school looked at her making up lies about her. Laughing in knowing fantasy. At sixteen I was still in love with her She was now sleeping around. Using her body like a credit card to buy all she wanted. She gave pieces of herself But never her heart to boys eager to take them. At twenty she was jaded and hard. Unable to see the truth of herself. That she was beautiful and worthy of being admired for who she is Not for the hurt and bruises of grasping hands. I was still in love with her. And asked her out. But she refused putting me In the pile of males That had damaged her So badly over her childhood. But I was still in love with her