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.
Hope,
Magic,
Romance,
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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