They warned me not to touch her, because she was the devil dressed in silk, red lips, cold lies, and a body that could start wars.A girl like her doesn't come without blood on her hands… or a price.But I touched her anyway.I kissed her like she was mine.I thought I could survive her. I thought I could make her mine.I loved her... More than I could love myself.But then, she stabbed me in the back, mercilessly and heartlessly.She didn’t ruin me.She destroyed me.And now… the war breathes because of her, but still I want to kiss those soft lips of hers and claim her as mine.