She was the rotten, yet still sweet fruit I scorned upon with every pump of life through my being.

But how could I love so freely with a bruised heart?

Through trials, though I will not find a pure answer. Through memories faded, yet bright in my mind like the sun that mirrors from her placid eyes when she whispered:

You're all I need in this chapter, this story, this life.

The torn little girl inside of me aches for that. Tormenting my mind with flowers, kisses and dance.

With skin soft as silk beneath my sinful fingertips.

She breathes me in, not aware I am a danger to her lungs, her heart, and the darkness that will run through her veins only to tear each and every one of them open.