She walked into our lives like she invented us (4)

She walked into our lives like she invented us.Sniffed us out for the dream she needed.We all needed. What's called loveis ravenoustrailing its beautiful death.When was it you told me?And I thought:Once I loved. Now, I don't.It seemed simple.Till you stood before the mirrorand shaved your head.Those tiny slices in the flesh.So mad I loved you. Thatyou could go so far downtill it bled.