She fooled the world with red painted smiles,
Carefully applying her makeup like the seasoned performer she was.
Draping herself in lace and perfume;
She played at being pretty.
A few cleverly memorized quotes to make her sound wise
Carefully spoken with lyrical timing.
She watched them all closely, finding the patterns and formulas even they didn't know were there.
Sweetly, with her mockingbird charm, she made them believe she loved them.
Made them love her, made them need her, made them long for her.
But it was never enough; all their love would not fill the emptiness in her heart
Nor calm the tempests in her mind.
Still frantically she ****** them dry,
Careful that her ruse go undiscovered.
Forever living as the unattainable muse, the fantasy, the dream.
They would never touch her reality, and she could never belong to theirs.
For hers was too despairing and desperate, too confused and violent,
It would destroy them.
Theirs seemed to her too idealistic
And so she could never embrace it.
A hopeless daydreamer with a sad soul, she plucked their hearts like wildflowers.
Desperately trying to find a satisfaction that would never come.