Lust

As she looked up to the sky she could see the stars, the way they aligned, then she wondered, she wondered what was beyond these stars, was there more that she could be, or was that it, did she fulfil her destiny, perhaps she did, but then she looked at the moon, she looked at the craters and the light, perhaps she could be more than she was, maybe this wasn't the end.
What if she chose another path, what if she was the one who could change the world? She will never know because she chose him, she thought that being with him would change her life, but what she didn't know was that he'll never be enough for her, and he never was, but she chose him.
Perhaps if he had given her the 'world' then she would have never looked ahead, she wouldn't have chosen that path, maybe he was the one who could've changed her path, but that wasn't the case. He was never one to be romantic or tell her how beautiful she looked, he used her, she was his trophy, his prize possession which he never cared for.
He sits at night thinking whilst holding a cigarette in his hand, the hand which caused all of the pain, what if that night hadn't happened, the night he threw himself at her, the night he hurt her, would he have felt better, perhaps. However, he was never the 'caring' type, he was given everything as a child and still he has never been refused, what if he hadn't met her, would he have changed.
Change, huh. Change is a funny thing. They told him she could 'change'. She didn't. They said that he could 'change'. He didn't. They collided. Opposites attract they say, well that wasn't what brought them together. They wanted something different. Lust.