She was happy the whole day. Now she's here. Kissing the ass of her cigar, while everthing's so dark around her. It has been a long day. Happiness must come to an end.
She wasn't sure about what happened few hours ago. It was like a dream come true. Now she's thinking if there's another day like that again.
Promises? Those are like relationships, meant to e broken. Sweet words? Those are like chocolates, can choke you if too much has been ingested. Feelings ? Those are like thorns, can make you bleed once too much contact has been made.
She braced herself with too much possibilities. She told herself that trusting her desires can only make her vulnerable to pain. Make her heart widely open to betrayal. She even betrayed herself sometimes. Humanly desires can make her weak. Can make her crave for love and attetion. You can't blame her. She's human afterall.
She is here, there and everywhere. She seems happy but she's sad. She's strong outside but so weak deep inside. She seems complete but already falling apart. She jumps to conclusion without hesitations. She'd madly inlove with the thought of being inlove and she's fooling herself with the idea of a perfect love. Now she's dead inside.
You can't blame her for wanting more. You can't blame her for expecting more and more. You can't blame her for searching her soul. She's been lost for the longest time. She's been dreaming of that fairytale from the book she stole from her nightmare. You can't blame her.