The eyes.
his eyes kissed lies as if they were his children.
he played with them.
he told stories that would lay you sound to sleep.
His eyes.
Stabbed me in the chest,
took my breath away.
they took me on a journey
and this journey turned me inside out.
he wrapped his arms around my frightened body, I shivered.
he played his part so well.
so clean, I almost lost focused.
he was always so devoted to theses lies he never saw me cry.
at least not really.