She was necessary.
But never meant to last.
Stepping stones because she didn’t want to last.
The only thing she needed to do was wake the dormant:
She didn’t want to last,
a self-fulfilling prophecy.
One foot out of the door,
one eye on the exit.
(but my god the sins she could pull from me,
and the depravity she did,
and the debauchery we shared,
will never be forgotten.)
To get to the point where it all comes out.
A cross between the two yous.
and after her.
She was never going to be forever.
She was a one night stand that stayed a little longer than usual.
Her thinking, not mine.
She always found her way out though,