BellaDonna
When She Is Beautiful, but Destructive
hello. hello? hello, hello.
hello, feel.
he loved her, but she was destructive.
she loved him, but she was also scared.
no one has ever cared for her the way he did.
no one ever will.
so he loved, as he always did.
& she loved harder.
so hard her knuckles became white.
he cared.
when no one else did.
he didn't mind.
he presented her as a goddess.
she protected him as a guard.
he screamed.
she bit.
they fought.
he understood.
she didn't.
they made love.
she left.
he called.
no answer.
she passed.
he wandered.
& she
was gone.
About the Creator
Alex Riley
Alex is a writer from Northern California who currently resides in Southern California. She enjoys music of most genres and watching over her turtle Michelangelo. Find her on instagram and twitter @lexviiv
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