The Night I Lost My Virginity
By Erin Coal
A diamond earring lost in a couch cushion
A boy I’ve known since kindergarten
His hands all over me
And I can’t remember where this all started
Applying Chapstick and drinking more while our lips are parted
The sun is poking through the drawn blinds
As a million drunken thoughts dance through my wintered mind
I feel pure loneliness on my walk home
Now understanding what it is like to be truly alone
It’s then I realize all I’ve lost
Yes a diamond, but innocence, at a higher cost.