The beauty

You was a different breed of beauty. Your golden locks ran down your back like a calming waterfall. Your green eyes held a promise of everything ever dreamed about. Your pink lips smiled at me. They showed me my fantasies.

With only a look my way you was breaking me. Have you ever fallen in love over a look? I have. That day you pointed your emerald eyes in my direction, I fell head over heels.

You knew. You probably knew even before I did. And you used my love as a weapon. You teased me in ways I thought were impossible. My devotion made me an object. Your object. I was yours, even before I was mine.

 For years and years, you promised me a love that was never given. But I stayed beside you through everything. Every weapon you threw, I let strike me. 

Because I believed it pleased you. So I stayed. I allowed everything you did because your beauty had captured me and held me prisoner in iron chains.

I'd never break free.

I would never want to.

Even though you wasn't mine, I was yours, and that was enough.

Angels wouldn't compare to you. Magic wouldn't ever make me believe you were bad.

Even as you killed me, you were so beautiful...

I would do everything all over again.

Even knowing how it ended. 

I would still be yours.