(1)keepsake

I thought your love was offering protection, that you were an emotional haven from the chilling rains of false claims designed to blind the vulnerable so desiring a meaningful romance. I know now, every kiss was as perilous as a knife's edge against a baby's soft and virgin skin. Our time was a spiritual attack, a dark defeat, a masquerade of pretense. You had time to kill but it also slaughtered something innocent within my soul that I was concealing like a keepsake. What are the myriad of reasons for this treachery? I need new perceptions, I need new revelations of self: Perhaps, I hurt some child-like woman deliberately and unkindly in my past. 12: 48AM 12-20-2018