the loss of innocence (a poem)

Prophetically he called me
"dangerously naive"
before proceeding to spin me round
his roundabout of lies;
I spinned til my head ached,
confusion reigned
yet I was hooked,
words spiked with a double shot of flattery,
affection, deception,
I could not tell them apart.
When I smashed my nose against the cold steel truth
I thought my life was going to bleed out of it;
the pain was such that passing out would have been the most desirable option
BUT
I had to stay alive
to witness the burial of my innocence lost
a precious seed cracked openand poured into the ground of my life
now starting to sprout forth a new leaf of caution
part of the universal law:
for what you reap
is what you sow.