Burn

It’s not innocent anymore; can’t be with you, as your mutual respect is continually blackened in lust.

Pain becomes a drug – intolerance leaving the cravings impossible to ignore.

She’s an epitome of hurt. Burn that sickly-sweet desperation onto skin. Feel it; feel the burn. Let her know you can’t live without her when your name reverberates from her lips. Call her lie when she says she doesn’t want you. Feel the burn of her skin on yours as she brushes past to leave.

Stop.

Love her. Just hold her innocently, forget that guilty pleasure – at least for now.