When This Love Was Innocent. Poem by Medusa Waves

The trees had sprits that brought us together as we walked an open path
The stones, and pebbles had meaningful shaped that we each took to heart
The water seemed glimmered by the moonlight that lit our night
When this love was innocent-unharmed by the primitive temptations..
Your words were more that syllables, more than letters put together,
Your words were mine, and intertwined in the thoughts that seemed untraceable by any other human being
When this love- this now tarnished, flawed, and corrupted love-was pure and unapproachable; everything was light as day, all the darkness ceased to exist within me.
I hoped for an escape from my past, that carried all the looped loves I, myself, had tarnished.
I wanted something real, to feel that the life was not existence of temptations but discovery of all the beauty in the world.
I thought you were my escape.
I was wrong.
Mistaken, foolish and blind- to have the hope in mind-of ending the hurtful cycles of what I imagined love to have been.
I thought it was real, this love, that was once innocent.
And in thinking this, I gave myself completely to it. All my vulnerabilities- thrown into what I had imagine was real. I sold my heart, my soul, everything of me to it. To you.
Just. To. Have it. Killed.
Dead. Lifeless….
Like the feelings I had with my unhealthy relationship with myself.
Just as I was finding the love within me…
That part of me, that I gave to you. That I trusted you with. Has died.
Yet, here we are. Two strangers, hand in hand. There is not a light anymore, just a vacant place I once had in me, where you once lived too-
Now, this love, is tainted. Flawed, and common as the past ones-and the trees are just trees. The stones and pebbles are never noticed.
And the night is dark, like the darkness that fills inside me.