sin city, streets in smoke a-bustling
neon lights atop, flickering
devil in the shadows
gazes locked, heart strings tugged
she wanted him to steal her breath
skirting around corners and
stumbling into his intoxicating embrace
he tasted of a tender, poignant romance meant
to devastate her heart
yet is it theft when the target parades herself
to catch the eye of the hunter?

I often forget how your hands used to rush down
my spine
and drew little masterpieces
on my back.
You owned my soul
even more than you owned my body.
More than I ever
owned you.
You were so gentle
and I was so naive
to believe that someone like you
could ever possibly fall
for me.