Simple enough.

She viewed it as a game:

as a play, she'd put on every Friday nite.
It was simple enough, spider seeking flies,
and her lips could always smile,
coated in sticky.. little white lies.

She'd dress the part, and cross her heart:
and whisper her sins to worn rosary beads.
She'd find new prey, and laugh it all away,
as she sank to well known knees.

She'd rather die a little each nite,
then risk remembering one face forever.
Needle pricks and turning out tricks,
rather then loving to much.. it's just better.

She thought she could avoid everything:
because, it's simple enough, not to fall in love,
but it's a dangerous bluff to always "fall in lust".

Angelita.
The prettiest disaster, I've ever seen.