We Lost Our Way Back to the Road of Love

Prose Poetry

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You always told me ours would be a love that might last a lifetime.

And I believed you, young thing as I was, because your smile was like a shaft of moonlight made for me alone. I stood in your cosmic spotlight and counted myself among the luckiest to know true love.

I fed on fairy tales as if they were cotton candy dreams, sugar pink on my tongue, and how could I not think you were the prince to stand out among all the rest?

But maybe I should have looked closer to realize you’d be the lead villain in my story.

I grasped your hand as if you were the one thing that would keep me from faltering in the face of a storm. But you were the storm swirling, waiting beside me and biding your time before you released the force of your power.

How could your face hide such deceit? The mask never slipped, not once, while I listened to your every word as if each one held a long-lasting promise.

Did you laugh behind my back and tell your friends how simple I was? Did you think you had all the cards and I had no chance but to concede? Did you take your time in weaving a web that only I would fall into?

The road of love grew rocky as irritation started to inch into your once-kind voice. You…