The Night I Lost My Virginity

David Marcu
David Marcu

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. Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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