He saw me looking,
He smiled,and for a moment I was the young untainted flower.
Never been touched and seeing the world for the first time.

He felt it,
It was undeniable,so pristine,
Drawn to each other we were.

He was my sweet, tall,pure dark piece of awesomeness,
And yes I gave in,
I caved,
I had fallen.

He told me I finally defined clarity,
That I was his blackStar,
With his sultry voice,I believed.

I was lost but yet found,
Euphoria.
Reality had nothing on me.

A flower I was,
Him the water that kept me beautiful as ever.

Then he said it,
I did not believe it,
He said it again,
This time I heard it right.

The pain,
The hurt
The anguish.
It crumbled.

"No it's  not you,it's me."
He said.
"I'm sorry"
He said.

the Salty liquid took its course,
"It's okay" I said.

But why?
Why?
I licked my wound like the wounded Animal I was.

I healed,and was reborn,
And now am on it AGAIN,like it never happened.