I fell in love with the idea of you,
How I wanted you to be.
That was my first mistake.

It started with your eyes,
Stormy sea blue with a hint of green mischief.
I knew I was in for it when I those eye met mine,
And then they traveled down my body,
Giving me attention I didn't know I craved.

But it wasn't you I was supposed to be in love with,
The other boy with the blue eyes,
I was supposed to be his,
Somehow your eyes took me from him,
Drawing me in like a moth to a naked bulb.

That idea of you,
Soft lips on my neck,
Coarse hands traveling down my arms to my hips,
Having you, all of you, to my self,
Without consequence or risk,
Perfection.

I was wrong,
Thinking you could love me like a fairytale.
I wanted so badly to taste your lips,
I forgot the sharpness of your teeth.
Desired your hands,
Until I felt them on my neck cutting off my air

A mistake.
I say I'll never make again,
At least until I see those eyes.
I guess some hearts just never learn.