THE INNOCENCE THAT KILLS
She was only a child,
Innocent and trusting.
She put her faith
In a monster of mad proportions.
In her eyes,
He was an angel;
He could do no wrong.
She let him use her,
Did not know
He only though of her as a waif,
A rag with which to mop his senseless needs.
She ignored the signs,
Claiming what he felt for her was love.
When the truth came out,
She could not believe
He had used her so badly.
She gave him immeasurable power;
He took her life away.
Still, she trusts him,
Believes he is innocent
Of all they have accused him.
As the life drains out of her,
She wonders why love
Must hurt her so terribly.
Innocent and trusting.
She put her faith
In a monster of mad proportions.
In her eyes,
He was an angel;
He could do no wrong.
She let him use her,
Did not know
He only though of her as a waif,
A rag with which to mop his senseless needs.
She ignored the signs,
Claiming what he felt for her was love.
When the truth came out,
She could not believe
He had used her so badly.
She gave him immeasurable power;
He took her life away.
Still, she trusts him,
Believes he is innocent
Of all they have accused him.
As the life drains out of her,
She wonders why love
Must hurt her so terribly.
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