That ****** crooked smile spitting lies while I’m interpreting it as music to my ears. Your beautiful melody singing me farther into a trans. Your touch takes me higher and I’ve been feeling so low without the brush of your warm hands. The sweet scent of cigarettes on your breath making your kisses feel like home. You were so vulnerable in the mornings, pulling me closer to your body and kissing my precious face. I wish you would’ve showed me behind your mask more often. It was the times I saw behind it, when I realized how beautiful you truly were.
You had a heart torn in pieces and refused to put them back together. Instead of letting me help you, you protected yourself from even letting me touch a piece. I came so close every time, but you were always one step ahead of the game. Putting up traps that I’d fall into every time, taking my eyes off the prize. You’d spit how much you hated me, while your eyes were pleading me to kiss you. There were too many clouds for you to see the light.
I couldn’t help but to tell myself, “actions speak louder than words.” You crushed every ounce of hope I had left in me. Hope that you would forever put down the mask for me. Hope that you could see the beauty in love, despite the pain. I hope one day someone gets to help you, but I don’t hope that's me.