When she grabbed your heart so gently with the hands that have held Thorns to previous withered roses handed to her from ex-lovers and ripped so viciously from her fingertips shredding her skin.
You listen to her experiences and heard her whimpers, saw her tears- and it became unbearable for you to hear her cries with the shake of admittance, you fell out of love-noticeably, gradually. Yet you let her speak her pain. She had absolute trust in you, and you abandoned her getting less and less interested in what she's been through because you told her countless of times you wouldn't hurt her that you loved her so much, how she never deserved it-and she didn't believe you fast enough you got tired of her sadness- she grew more attached and in love with you- you stopped asking if she was "Okay" you stop worrying when she didn't call, her double texts got annoying and you would always be unreachable when she needed you.. you would always be "busy" when she wanted to be with you.
Then that's when it clicked "They Don't Love Me Anymore"
That's when it hit "I'm never enough"
That's when everything halted and her heart shattered "I'm too much to handle"
Now the nights she would sleep alone became nights she would meet random people and fuck the depression out of her system, never to explain the story behind why she doesn't do relationships. Never believing when people tell her she's beautiful, never explaining why "by choice" is the answer to how she's single...
She drinks until her tongue goes numb and it feels as if the words spoken from her mouth aren't even hers- she drinks until her actions are impulsive- her life, has no meaning, she is trying to mend an overly Broken Heart with sex and alcohol- she's loved everyone so much and so effortlessly she forgot to love herself- she's so numb inside, love is an emotion she can not express, feel, nor something she desires- she's not going out for "fun"- Lust is a form of needing someone- for her being wanted by so many people gives her a sense of control- she sees someone vulnerable, and strikes. Doesn't learn their name and doesn't teach hers. Someone so infatuated with her body doesn't deserve to know who she is, where she came from- she'd rather be alone, never has to relive her memories and play them for someone else- her life isn't a movie she doesn't have to display what's behind that smile, that smile is a trap, makes you think she's safe, down to Earth but in that Dark, Twisted mind.. she's making you crave her, she's making you imagine yourself between her legs begging for your touch. Little do you know she's got you Enchanted, you're the victim honey- she's no "one night stand" she's a life drainer- gave you her undivided attention, made you seem like the only one in the world, fucks you, and while you're daydreaming of how tomorrows going to be- she's done with you by the time your shoulders meet the mattress. "Don't mistake Lust for Love"
You Realize you didn't just get fucked but fucked over. She gathers her breath, exits the room.. she feels satisfied while you are vulnerable and she was left unbroken.
