I Wanted Her

I wanted her I knew she was too seasoned to be innocent Too treacherous to but trusted yet I wanted her With a desperate urgency I could not control Despite being as transparent as glass I refused to see the heartbreak that lie just below the surface I wanted her And nothing else mattered The times I held her were like a fire burning out of control That desire, that need, that obsession Went beyond mere words A passion born in the Devil’s own heart…Still I wanted her In ways I could not understand A lust driven by some unseen force Buried deep within the darkest part of my soul I would risk everything for her without knowing why Forsake all that I held dear Merely to posses for a few moments And even now The price I paid Almost seems worth it And that is the scariest part of all