She Was NOTHINGNESS
She was beautiful because she had soemthing I desired in the palm of her hand.
She had obtained something I longed for with no prerequisite obstacles to go through.
I had to fight for a mere glimpse of what I desired and believed I deserved.
My jealousy faded as I found that what I wanted was far below what I deserved,
and her beauty disappeared from my eyes as I stared into her cold and dead eyes.
I felt nothing short of pity in my heart as I realized she was no one to compare myself to.
She was broken and used her depression as a justification.
Her cruelty was something that would always be waiting to haunt her in death.
And for that, I felt sorry.
She was the emobodiment of nothingness.