Searching and searching,
Through somber black eyes,
Perpending, should I cut all ties?
A woman pursuing another's man,
The very type I can't stand.
Even though it leaves an acrid taste in my mouth,
My body craves a kiss, to touch, and ****, no doubt.
To ****** with fire,
That burning flame,
Sweet rotten romance,
Drenched in shame.

She put on her lipstick,
combed her long blonde hair
and looked in the mirror,
from a look evolved a stare,
searching for something amiss
an eyelash, a hair.
Anything out of place
that ugliness could declare,
and what looked back,
was all her tear stained blue eyes could see
Extinct perfection,
a precious face drenched in misery.