dalliance

she was beautiful, but alas, ephemral in that same sense. nothing about her would ever inform you to stay away, if anything her burning core made her attract those of any kind. she was ethereal in some sense, wise beyond her years, witty, sharp, pointed, desirable. 

and i, as young as i was, fell as hard as i could. its not like you ever mean to fall for someone like that, she was just what i wanted, she just never told me that. i was just a girl and so was she, she was a blood red in the clothes she wore, silk laid so gently on her skin it reeked of a drunk innocence. the diamonds on her neck covering bruises that i still found goddamn mesmerizing. 

and in the beginning you could take her for godly, unmistakably so, the power in the softness of her voice, admittedly off putting, did not disorient me. i felt myself drowning in her, she was never unforgiving. no no, she was something else entirely. she made a mess out of you but she still had control over your each and every move. subtlety that could be mistaken for grace. her nature was evocative, her smile encapsulating the same feeling dead men felt to feel alive. yet still, filled with inure. exhaustion. but the kind you liked. yes she was the kind you just craved, every inch of your skin burning with need. 

but like i said, in that same sense, she was ephemral. the sweetness only last for the the second you bit the fruit so to speak, so when things fell apart and her nailmarks became claws, it didnt seem unbefitting. she knew the role well, both were her, the path she chose however was what led to the feeling of betrayal. i sensed shame in her, but she it , i know she did. 

She was a beautiful woman, devilishly so. I dont know what i expected, it just, wasnt this. 

Never did I expect this.