The Death of Innocence

I used to believe in romance
when love was in a kiss
and my heart an open door.
Hope sprung each morning,
dreams cherished in the night.
I believed love was something eternal,
not something given up without a fight.
In his arms I found devotion.
I saw forever in his eyes.
But as the new day was dawning,
he sheathed a dagger in my chest.
No more words of love spoken.
Gone, the honey from his lips.
all once cherished,
wither on the ground
taking with them
my child-like innocence
as I bleed out on the floor.

Prompt: Lost Innocence

*This piece was inspired by a book I’m reading, “Juliet Immortal” by Stacey Jay


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