The Perfect Heartbreaker

She’s beautiful, yet her eyes tell stories of her countless lies. Her walk grabs the attention of her prey then she slowly begins to lay them down to the ground to use as her own walkway to deceit. The petite physique of her bodies’ unique, she’s like a beautiful garden with seeds of poison ivy, planted deep into the soil of her twisted motives. As she grows this deadly yet attractive plant, her plan is to painfully execute the hearts she seeks to take. She leaks poison in every kiss with venom pumping her bloodstream containing her heart to beat, you see she's literally to die for. All it takes is at least 1 second of eye contact, going within 2 feet of her touch, or 3 words heard through your mind and your infected with her exquisite love trap. She collects tear drops she’s caused from every heart she’s bruised, mixes them in her perfume spray and puts it on for every date, she literally smells like heartbreak. Self Trained to get what she wants yet she needs no man and no man can get to the center of her steel heart. The texture of her hair causes illusions to lure men in as she uses them and loses them heartless in confusion jus cruising through the tunnels of every mans emotions. She’s Every mans love potion, yet she leaves doses of commotion and never looks back. Her Looks are like the sun yet her heart is a raincloud of mourn she is the perfect storm. Educated, Intelligent and Employed she’s so independent in life... But you see behind those beautiful eyes, and inside the steel walls of her hearts home lies the lack of self establishment within she’s so alone. So afraid to let anyone in her gates, because every man seems to be the same so she created the perfect planned to repeatedly beat the games. Giving them no chance from the beginning, leaving them spinning and we all wonder why these girls are changing to this image. Yet we all do the same shit just in it to win it. They’re just tired of being "it"...... This is what we have done to the women.