Wanting to be Provocative

She started to steal glances.
And she liked it.
She became the one that stole hearts.

Provocative.
Addictive.

It was hard to believe she was ever shy.
That she was ever conservative.
But it was always a part of her.
She always wanted to feel wanted.
Used to paint her lips red for more than the person in the mirror.
Wanted to arouse language from others that she couldn’t speak herself.

She managed to do it all.
Letting men fall for her that she never intended to help get up.
Never took responsibility of any of it.
Just walked away.
She found joy in the circumstances anyway.