Am I Made To Be Loved?

Four years ago I wrote about love,

Four years later and I still am,

Back then love was a dream

Now it's a nightmare,

I dreamed to have a Hallmark couple romance,

Now they mock me in my sleep.

1,460 days ago I was a virgin.

My innocence has been stolen and filled with pain.

It's to the brim with daddy issues and insecurities.

Am I made to be loved?

Or am I made to be an object people can score on?

I dream of love and how to find it.

Then I wake up next to a body snatcher.

My soul.

My Dignity.

Gone.

I dreamed a dream

And even that was stolen from me.