The Death of Love

The first time he said it, he was pleading...
He was desperately clawing at the words
In an avalanche of jumbled sentences
That made no sense
That had no logic...
And I could feel him shaking in the dark
Out of every joint out of every needle
Full of strength and enlightenment...
He was tearing at the fabric of the words
With hungry teeth that desired skin--
Begging them quickly to fly at me
To tell me the truth of his soul
To carry the weight of the world
To give me the dark of it all
So I knew that he loved me.
The first time he said it, he dropped it on my lap
Out of nowhere at the worst time,
With me getting ready to go
To move on to more dangerous things,
He stopped me in my tracks
And threw my mind to a land
That promised me things
I was too afraid to think about.
He made me spin for hours
Pondering the weight of those words
That sent echoes and echoes through my soul
And shook my foundation and bones!
The first time he said it changed everything...
And slowly I let the door open wide,
I eagerly invited inside all of his demons,
All of my fears...
And where I built him he tore at my seams
Until I was nothing but moth eaten skin
Until his demons ate everything that I was,
All of my hopes and my words
And I walled myself in from above,
Closed off to any and all,
Mourning the death of innocent love,
That I will not know again.