Number 8 – Innocence.
Her innocence escapes me completely.
How can she remain so...
Blissfully unaware and...
Innocent?
It's her innocence that makes other men look at her!
Even my own brother has looked at her,
like a piece of meat!
She is MY wife, and while she is innocent,
Others look at her like they could have a night with her.
They touch her, they fucking die.
Her fucking innocence is the problem.
She isn't a virgin, oh no.
Our seven children, now going onto eight are proof of that.
Sometimes, it makes me so fucking mad,
But it's also her innocence that makes me so fucking lucky.
I love her,
But I love and hate her fucking innocence.
That's what makes her the perfect match for me.
Her innocence clashes with my darkness and my darkened past.
Her innocence is what makes me love her even more.
Her innocence makes our fucking sex wild.
But most of all,
Her innocence is what she is.
Innocence.
An innocent little white swan with a bad monster.
Oh, the irony of it all.
Her innocence is even in her gorgeous light lilac eyes.
Her innocence is so fucking innocent, wild and beautiful,
That I fucking don't deserve her,
Our family of innocence,
Her childhood past of innocence...
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I fucking hate her innocence, but I fucking it at the same time.