Let me tell you a story :
The first time she saw him in all his glory was the last time she saw him in all his glory.
She remembers always the light in his eyes , the shade , the shape.
She remembers the measure and the weight of him against her.
She remembers the way his hands cradled her face.
She remembers vividly how he forced her to look, when she turned her face away.
His hand on her thigh , In her hair , on her waist.
His finger tips burnt a trail that's never erased.
She still feels his warmth from that last sunny day , when the crickets chirped in the dust.
She travelled with determination to that god forsaken hill.
She didn't know he'd be there , or if he'd even come.
She waited in the darkness , sheltered from the sun.
He came , he saw, he conquered and knew he'd forever hold her heart.
He rearranged her world . He melted her . He made her . He destroyed her.
Then with out ceremony left.
He walked away , he abandoned her without second glance.
She still sees his shadow beside her , and his ghost In her dreams at night.
The poor girl questions her sanity as she watches from seas apart.
She wakes up crying daily and so shuns sleep like she shunned her smile.
She's cold , shes catatonic and angry in erratic turns.
All she wants in the world is her pedestal back.
She wants his warmth , his fire, she wants the safety he gave her too.
She wants to be worth his love so desperately.
She gave in , she gave up , shut down , grew cold and stone.
Shes lost everything that made her his and it turn she'll never belong to anyone else.
She mistrusts , she stands alone.
But she'll always have the first time and the last time , every word , every smile , every lie.
The first and the last time she saw him burnt into her heart as well as her mind.
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