She admits

She thirsts and satiates

When filled with passion she burns almost seeming frigid

being close to her would deluge you

She begins no where and knows no end

She’s a flowing rivulet that would stream regardless of how many come and go

She regrets sigh fully of the results made by her choices

She would spend days contemplating

hours unsettling

Relics of a bygone memory

Having wasted her happily ever after…