Fantasy Girl
She has a look of yearning in her beautiful, gray eyes, and many have witnessed the look in them and describe it as being almost hypnotized
She has an hourglass figure and oh does she make you think, that time is running out so be careful not to blink
Just one look away and she will be gone from your view, she is a sultriness queen and there is nothing you can do
You can’t deny the way she entrances you as she gazes deep into your soul, you can’t deny the way your heart beats like it is ready to explode
You can’t withstand the rush of your blood pumping through your veins, and the awakening inside that you feel when she seductively whispers your name
When she lays you down beside of her to enrapture your being, to become one, you will ignore the nagging thought in your head telling you to run
You will give in to the temptation, to the sin that she is asking you to commit, and when she is done with you there will be no way to repent
See she is a devil cloaked in a beautiful disguise, wandering the earth ripping apart the hearts in her path because it’s love that she does despise
Someone taught her well, someone must have done her wrong, for her to be so apathetic but can so easily remain calm
To hurt others and tear them down because that is what has been done to you, is a trait that she possesses and one she can so easily do
She is as beautiful as a sunset at night or a sunrise over the bay, but her beauty only lives on the outside underneath there is just decay
She is impenetrable no one has ever broken through, since the one that broke her years ago the one that no one knows but you
As their tears fall for her laughter seeps from her lips, and as they cry out in agony, she walks away knowing it’s her they will unendingly miss
The way that she can hold in her pain and never show an inkling of the truth, the way that she can destroy others while she herself is bulletproof
It’s truly awe inspiring, something that you wish you could, but couldn’t see, because if only you could watch from the sidelines, but then you’re already in her vicinity
Close enough to feel her wrath, to feel the heat from her flames, and silently thank your lucky stars that the words you hear her whisper aren’t your name
Will she ever change? Will her brokenness ever mend? Will she stop her selfish games and quit trying to pretend?
That she is something she isn’t because she once was something true, but therein that is why she is called the fantasy girl because now she isn’t the victim, she’s the one playing the fools.
Copyright © Amanda Kinzer | Year Posted 2022
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