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Loss of Innocence
The strike of a match, a flame is born
for every word we've spoken to one another.
For every lie you've told me and for every time
I became someone other than myself for you,
This flame burns on.
Deceit and despair and a hunger for more
Of your trechorous evils and acts of betrayal
Take over the actions you've hidden so well.
The flame ignites, a burst of remorse
Justified by the bitter lies that slip off of your tongue.
Promises mean nothing more than words
That have come from the mouth of a masquerading demon
Who masks himself with celestial wings and perfection.
Trust cannot coexist with the malice you've fed me.
The flame quickly spreads.
You bathe me in pity like I'm a worthless fool,
All the while I'm being transformed into you.
Slowly, ever so slowly, more of me fades, more of you
Takes its place, tracing roughly over the scars you've left on my heart.
I run my fingers through the ashes of who I was.
I was determined to keep up my guard, determined
To lock you away and let the key melt to the ground.
I refused to let you in, knowing your mischevious intentions.
Yet here I stand consumed by the ashes, forever gone.
You came, you saw, you conquered, and left.