A Hard Love To Find

She's heartless
When it comes to what you want done.
She's indestructible,
When it comes to what you need her to fight.
Or whom.
Starting from child
To a woman with thoughts
Thoughts she keeps only to herself.
A wonderful woman
On the inside
Her eyes burn with the passion
Only a heart could relay.
She steals souls
And converts them into what she wants.
She wears them every day.
Around her neck
Around her wrists
Around her hair
She sweats
With the anticipation it takes to kill
She kills with no conscience.
She knows
What needs to be done
What needs to be said.
She is the embodiment of complicated.
Understanding is not enough
Not enough to tame her.
She's wild
She's good at what she does.
But does she want to do it?
Yes.
Oh, yes she does.
This is her talent.
Her talent is misunderstood.
And no one can ever.
Ever,
Realize the pain she puts herself through.
She needs compassion.
She wants love.
But will she ever get it?
No.
No, she won't.
Why?
Because no one wants to love a killer.
Unless they're a killer themselves.
And that, my friend,
Is a hard love to find.