Lolita

Was it simply a sick and insurmountable desire for something innocent?

Or was it simply faith that made me believe true love does not fixate on age?

I could never distinguish the two.

I tired,

I failed.

For days and nights

My heart lives solitarily in a maze

And there was no one, to walk with me, through this daze.

I am sick

I am a lover

She was my savior.

They view me as a villain

But how could anyone resist?

The stainless and polish skin

The joyous and heavenly laughter

The smile that mends a broken heart in this crippled society

How could anyone resist?

I adore her innocence,

But the minute my hands laid upon her,

I knew it was dead and gone.

And one day,

As I sit in my old chair, watching my Lolita escape out of my sight

My heart was also dead and gone.

But it was then, I no longer have desire for any nymphets other than her.

And it was the day, when I saw her after plenty years,

pale and polluted with other man’s child,

That I realized,

No matter what,

I loved her.

But I almost killed her.

(p.s. for anyone who has completly no idead what this is about, Its a poem inspired by the book"Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov! IT'S ENCHANTING.)