Bad In Love

Mask on... No identity.

"Who are you?" I asked after the enchanting dance we just had.

"You'll never know" he said.

It was a party where everyone was masked. But there was something about this one person. Something enchanting , something magical, something intense, something that made her want to see him again.

The way he held her close. The way they both moved in sync to the music. The way his eyes never left hers. The way her heart speed picked up every time he was around. The way she was nervous and couldn't help but look at him.

But he wasn't all that different from her. . She was abused, so was he. She had nightmares, So did he. He was darkness, she was the same. His past was evil, hers was filled with cries. The things he did were unspeakable and unforgettable. She was innocent, he was not. He wasn't good for her. She tried to make peace, he was war. She wasn't feeling, he was DEAD.

As she left the party she looked back at him one more time. "Will we see each other again?" she asked. "Certainly" he said kissing her knuckles before he disappeared into the night.

She thought she would have never seen him again but then.

"Your back" she said. "Yes I am" he said. "But your not yourself" she said. "I'm a monster" he said before he attacked her.

"I want to know who you really are" she said. "If you knew you would run" he said.

"Shhh.. Just one more" he said as he kissed her lips and was so wrapped up with the innocence present in her eyes. "Hold me" she said looking deep into his eyes. "Don't leave me" she said. "I can't stay" he said.

"Why are you leaving?" she asked crying. "Don't worry we'll meet again" he said and walked down the lonely dark halls. "BYE" she whispered.