Hair perfectly teased into a beehive
thin black line making my eyes catlike
red lips
a sheath dress that clings to my curves for dear life,
I walk down the stairs,
you gasp at how beautiful I look
cross the room
grab my waist
lean in for a kiss,
I turn away and walk out the door

That's how I wish things would have ended between us,
Instead of me loosing my breath at the site of you
trying to find ways to make you adore me
only to come  up short