The favourite thing, the last thing you see

hey loved her, they said such words.... they lied, like lustful, confused men do, her lungs bled from the salty tears she gargled on. The touch of her skin, the searching of her eyes, they all loved to do, but very few could ignite a comforting sigh..... peace of mind. Some set her skin on fire with a touch, some slashed her with words of hate, the scars she wore silently. They would all say the same, but all it ever done to her was hurt. Her body a lustful tool she could trade for moments of make believe, as long as she gave it, they thought everything was going their way, when really she was aware of their ways, their games and their lack of shame. Tattooed arms, and chest.... she dated one or two... and they were the same, complicated confused and in need of a muse. Her laugh could baptise the devil himself to be one of changed ways, her voice could light a room and a mind, her questions of the world were that of innocent reflection. She was naive, but she was also hopeful, now she walks away from the doubtful men she's met. Her flesh you can have, but never again will you see the secrets and love of her sapphire eyes.... that's where the deepest of her demons and love lies ...

Done