11:

I was just too young to know

That some types of love could be bad

When you laid me down on the grass

I thought your warmth meant that you were only for me

You stole glances at me

And I liked looking at you too, your tinged gray hair

It didn't feel good

But I'd do anything for you

I was lost

When my body morphed into a coccoon

I ran to you

Knowing you'll know what to do

Under the shade I could feel the heat 

How you said I wasn't the only one

And you uttered your last words

It was fractured: everything

My innocence, and capability to love