Needing ...

She arose, slowly, carefully from the burden of a rose petalled bed. Her black raven tresses falling free down below her waist, puddling gently down to surround her. She was heaven in a little box, silken skin all with tenderness to the touch, slightly reddened from burden she just bore. The white lacing caressed around her slender figure, constricting something that should never be hidden..barely. up those blue eyes peered, staring directly over yonder out the window in a direct view to the blackened azure, which caressed over a blanket of moonlit waves. She was perfect. She was beautiful. Innocent. He touched her. He touched her skin too softly, he stroked her hair to friendly, and now he was joining her. The window fogged over with a redden desire I knew I could never have, the air was thick and the surrounding trees were enclosing quickly. My heart raced faster, plummeting into my stomach until a coiling anger pronounced its insanity over that of any conscious thought. How could she let him, how could he do this. Brows furrowed into a view of furious soul, creating a vibe that any being could sense..even with my presence unknown.

My pulse ran forth, and my eyes pierced through glass that could never hold me back. Then it happened, the knife I scratched so easily against a golden rock was gripped too strong, and finally she noticed me. Finally her perfected imperfections were mine. Silence. She was looking directly at me, the white lace now stained the same color as the red tear that trickled gently, elegantly down along the silken skin. Her perfected soul was now mine. And the traitor, the traitor lay without knowledge in a puddle of liquid rose. Satisfaction of finally having that one I saw, that one I remembered from a childhood memory. All I had asked was a simple smile, a simple look, and there it was. My hand, steady and rough streaked across her cheek to push the tear away although it is smudged red. It doesn’t matter. It’s not important.

The usual evidence in her eyes was now mine, yet I stole it, and the pale blue was advanced to nothing but a dismissing light. I wanted you so bad, I wanted you all to myself, and now as you lay amongst the softness of a cottage you will never be anyone’s ever again. The realization of what has happened crept upon my twisted spine, and sanity crept in until all I did was let a blood curtling scream fill the silent woods. With the softest of kisses, the lingering of my lips along the curve of a nape that was now pulseless, I stood and disappeared. My soul was left behind, my piercing eyes were dulled as yours, and I lay alone. Alone without your companionship, without your raven hair, without your vision. I lay with nothing but a river of regret bleeding around me.