I used to love her?

When we met it was like key to lock, well mixed together like gin and juice. We were classic. We fit like like puzzle pieces in our twenties and dearly feeling life. Everything she did was interesting, everything I said was interesting. If two people were to be then we were that couple. Good buddies, lust buddies, we were all of that and then some. The new car smell was blissful. It seem to be more but I never could see it. As time past so did she, the girl I thought I knew really wasn't meant to be. Young and dangerous, decitful with anguish. She was definitely not who she set out to be. By than it was too late, I bit the bait. She had me caught in her rapture, but to my demise I had her caught too. I mean why would she change, why would she stray? When your young you jump both feet in, you never test the waters right? At least not with her! I mean many guys could probably share stories, but I wouldn't have believed them anyway? How can silk be rough? How could light become dark. She was the one, but time told she wasn't my one. She had her own agenda, and I was just a box to check. A man to put her up, why she continued to push him down. I used to love her, but it really didn't matter. She made me stronger, she's helped me to keep one eye open, because women are real. Diamonds are definitely blinding. Women sense lust, like men sense fear. I say I used to love her, but I think I just lusted for her? Never again, never again!