Falling For The Enemy.

The storm rages outside, as He walks in and every eye in the room sparks up.
Through and through, you can see their souls catch fire.
Aware of the effect he has, he silently delights in the bliss of every coherent thought he disrupts.

But he doesn't stop, doesn't look to see the heads turn- men and women alike.
No, he begins to walk my way...
With all but one goal in mind.

It's hard to look away from the man making his way towards me,
His eyes, a deep sinful brown, seem to have me in a trance.
Despite the crowd, the atmosphere, the music, this perfect manifestation of a Greek God, is literally the only thing I can see.

He smiles as he gets closer, and I feel myself mirror his expression.
There was a time when I tried to shut him and his charming ways out..
..but when was I ever one to not give in...

He's the devil, I know he is.
But the ruffle in is hair begs to differ.
The wet strands curl slightly at the nape of his neck...
And it's all I can do to keep from running them through my fingers.

As he sits down next to me, I see all the markings of a bad boy, the dynamite in his eyes, the friskiness in his crooked smile.
Those lips of his will do nothing, but leave back bittersweet tingling marks.
Was I always a sucker for his kind?

I am not breaking down anymore.
He may have fixed me to a point where I might not ever crash or burn again,
I am basking in the warmth of this compelling being's affection.
His only goal being wanting to take away every past moment of my pain.

The rain pours with more gusto, and the thunder crashes ever so loudly,
But this man, and his charms ignite a fire that burns way too fiercely

When he pulls in to plant a soft kiss on my cheek and the whole room seems to heave out a sigh,
My whole being swells up with happiness at the thought, that this boy is MINE.

I have fallen for Change.

And Never...
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined him to be this good. 

Scars.

They caught a man harassing a woman on the street.
But little do they know, the verbal harassment he weighs on her, daily.

They found a girl, brutally raped lying in an abandoned house somewhere in a deserted city.
Little do they know his brutal insults mentally strip her naked, daily.

When she decides to fight back, the world judges her.
When she doesnt, the world judges her.

Screams heard from within the house, paint her as the culprit while he comes out, helpless and taken as the victim.
They look at him with pity, while their eyes follow her path, with thinly disguised malignity...
...But little do they know, her shouts of protest, are the result of his cruel words breaking her spirit, thwarting her mind, leaving her uncomfortable in her own skin.

Words, they say make a person.
Words, they say break them too.

What however, of the words that do neither the former nor the latter, but instead leave a being dangling, suffering..
...looking...
...grasping...
for little hopeless shreds of hope.

He breaks her, hurts her, cuts her up with words sharper than knives, leaving her body lifeless and sore.
And she...she gives in to this poison that she knows will make death inevitable but very very painfully slow.

While the world convicts a man for wounding a woman physically for everyone to know.

The firebreather that once stole her heart, damages her mentally with words...
...leaving scars that will never show.