Delicate Things

Coen

You had bad written all over you, your history, your past, nobody really knows but you were an exotic creature, extraterrestrial. Out of my realm, no mortal girl was as beautiful or intelligent as you were. I didn't believe in God until I met you, God was the only way to explain how a dead gorgeous creature like yourself existed.

You were like a drug once you got hooked there was no going back. You were toxic, poisonous, bad for me but I was addicted to you - your unicorn hair, satire humour, your killer dimples and hard to forget eyes. Dark and vicious , I wanted to stare them down but you would always win. I could never look you in the eyes for too long, they were intricate to stare at. I could never decipher the story behind them. You wouldn't let me.

At first you were just a curiosity and than a bad desire. I was needy Amara and so were you. I wanted you and you wanted me but we kept playing the game, none of us would win. So why don't we quit pretending not to care because it's going to leave its mark someday. One of us was going to get hurt.