I’ve seen eyes like those before
they tell me everything I want to hear.
Burning with promise,
with something that feels like truth,
yet never is.
They whisper
a warning dressed as longing.
They live in the fractures of your wounds,
sweet as euphoria,
sick as decay.
Weightless, untouched by consequence,
they teach me which words to say.
Drunk on them,
bound without chains,
aching for more.
They are intimate
like rain against glass,
close, but never held.
A blistering sweetness,
the scent of something fatal
the essence of a poison angel,
tightening its grip
with every breath.
The vicious kind.
They whisper
they warn.
I’ve seen eyes like those before
And still its hard to look away
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
I’ve seen eyes like those before
they tell me everything I want to hear.
Burning with promise,
with something that feels like truth,
yet never is.
They whisper
a warning dressed as longing.
They live in the fractures of your wounds,
sweet as euphoria,
sick as decay.
Weightless, untouched by consequence,
they teach me which words to say.
Drunk on them,
bound without chains,
aching for more.
They are intimate
like rain against glass,
close, but never held.
A blistering sweetness,
the scent of something fatal
the essence of a poison angel,
tightening its grip
with every breath.
The vicious kind.
They whisper
they warn.
I’ve seen eyes like those before
And still its hard to look away
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