With your hair pushed back

black as the raven’s claw

Intelligent eyes laughing

 

You had an air of innocence

around you

 

Purity

 

Richness

 

Like the scent of a

garden freshly bloomed with

white roses

 

But those same roses had thorns

that could prick and pierce

right through you

 

You would know it was coming

 

The way those honey eyes

could make you drip

before they turn rigid

 

Unbreakable

 

And now she’s under your skin

under the deepest parts of you

She is in your world

 

A world that was

only your worldview

before

she walks across as if

She owns it

 

Leading to those two bedrooms

A library filled with books

that we’ve met too many

times to count in

 

We’ve met

too many times, Darling

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