Don't look at me with your curious eyes and linger. I was your fleeting beauty; and you've had your chance. I was never meant to stay, to build a house and live there, to be content and on fire for you. No. You are not the type of beauty I suffer for. You have no weights. And I don't need your demons, or the broken heart you gave me to fix. You tried to **** me that night but I found closure in my own warm blood. It's funny, I took you in with no grand desire for salvation, but only to ease the guilt of never having tried.