She was dark, she was love.

She was donned in the darkest color of lust that men would lay their hearts upon. She controlled a room with eyes of the same and I swear that I fell in love with her. Maybe it was the way the world saw a color so dark and turned into something so beautiful. The color of her mind meant nothing and everything at all. It was so dark and contemplative that my drink no longer held any substance of alcohol because the darkness of her being swallowed me into a pit of darkness that I can never come out of.