The innocence in her eyes

Her body perfect makes me believe God made her after the seventh day , her eyes like coffee beans in creamy milk. Her voice so soothing that she could calm down an angry lion. She is not only perfect but gifted, I couldn’t resist her. I thought I loved her then. I made her my friend,took her hand and like a peacock she opened her innocent heart for me and I gave her my mind instead of the heart. She thought our love was not only mutual but also indestructible little did she know she was nursing a snake in her bosom. I saw her bleed ,was just young then just ran away. Have tried to put it all right but Unfortunately she only remembers the monster in me.

She gave me her all ,called me every beautiful name in the world, am sure she could die for me because she always came back to me like a boomerang. Even when I threw her miles away she was always back, I let her hit the ground mercilessly and picked her whenever I wanted .I was blinded by my own interests that I didn’t care what happened to her for as long as I was happy . It deeply hurts that I only noticed her blushing face after she left. I was not her Romeo, the God of love must have used a wrong arrow. For she wasn’t my Juliet.

I disappeared like wind when she told me she is pregnant for me .Left her with a poisoned arrow in her chest . I had fooled her took her heart and kicked it around like a ball. Like a mother hen she faced the world for her child who I deeply know is mine.I only remember her bloody eyes filled with tears pleading for me not to go. She was right when she said, “you will always remember this day,” as she dragged herself out of my room. I now think and dream about the innocence in her eyes ,I didn’t deserve it. I fell for her when she is gone. The pain she left me stings like a touch of hell . Hearing my son call another man father strikes like heavenly lightening . Am rotting in pain and dying in darkness. I don’t deserve to be loved.