Cacophony rarely sounds this good, but for just an instant
absorbtion is something she will allow of herself.
Numbly she gives into simple seduction,
deftly he kisses her.
Lost between rebellion and loyalty for just one single moment,
enmity clouds her vision, mixed with splatterpaint fear.
Losing herself again, to utter sorrow,
infidelity like this burns.
Gray-faced and ashen, laughter lost, disembled, she did not know
he still cared about anything much less love.
The reaction to detach damns her,
silent, she gracefully dies.Alex, I never meant to hurt you. Don't play tough guy with me. If I had known, I would never have kissed him. Or even flirted with him. You know how much I hate infidelity...almost as much as I hate just the mention of hurting you. Keep it on the downlow, but I still love you.