Black Butterflies; Sonnet 1

With my whole heart, I gave him my vast love,
In my home, I gave him warmth and safety.
But his unseen intentions were crafty,
For in his heart, true love was in void of.
He had plots that I would not dare to think.
He wanted to see me at my limit
and was not coy, but very explicit.
Things he tried just to push me to my brink.
He spited me and my wish to abstain.
In my body, he made angry and crude,
Then he whispers his unmeant gratitude.
Yet, I knew I will never love again.
     For in that one night I lost all of me.
     From then on, my soul was lost in black sea.