Machiavellian in the way you step
Slow drag on the coffin nail called life
How sweet for the world to bend for you
Scuffed to the knees
With a smile reminiscent of crocodile
She walks dangerously
At threat in every sense of the word
Fluent in her wiles
Innovation in internal investigation
Transcends the mile
Deliberate in the introspective
Oil and grease the machine
Poised and confident to represent her perspective
You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me
You left me
In the middle of the road,
Knowing that I would come running back to you.
You left me
Stranded in an open sea,
Knowing that I would swim endless miles for you.
You left me
Thousand miles up in the air,
Knowing that I would come crashing down to you.
You left me
In a midst of a solar fire,
Knowing that the ignition in my heart will last forever.
Slowly becoming conscious of the fact that I was indeed
Running back to your arms,
Just to see you holding someone
With the very same hands you pushed me away with.
Swimming endless miles,
And finding myself
Drowning in my own tears.
Flying thousand miles up in the air,
That I was crashing down to rock bottom
Stuck in the center of a solar fire,
Being oblivious to the fact
That it would turn me wild
And burn me alive
Red, yellow and blue
Never have I thought
That I would be able to see something
So dangerous yet so beautiful
Oh to what surprise
I was just blinded
By your flame
And your words
You’ve got me under your spell
Captivated by your beauty
And enthralled in your whole being
Just let me go
Take your hold off of me
Begging and pleading
Take your spell off of me.
From the spell that you have cast unto me.
You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me
i want you
i need you
your messy cigarette- smelling hair
your aura, the way you just don’t care
the dark, thick clothes you wear
the drinks you down when you feel you belong nowhere
maybe it’s because i think i can save you?
even though i know i won’t ever be able to change you
you’re dangerous, a little lethal
and i am weak for you
Today I feel left to the sun, dried and warn
Yesterday I was someone in search of danger
I found it
I lost a friend and gained a skewed vector
Potentially dangerous to paradise
So I clean my soul
Don't call him angel, if you never see him sin.
Don't call him treasure, if you don't know anything.
But just call him danger, cause that's what perfectly suits him.
a poetry about me from someone's pov.
See this crown, upon my head?
Made of knives, one slice and you're dead
My finger, tracing your neck
Then come my lips
The blade is next
Watch your mouth
And watch your back
Is it love or a heart attack?
Backstabbing isn't really my style
Darling straight in your face will make me smile
Looked you in the in the eyes
Shouldn't be a surprise
Inspired by Billie Eilish ❤
feeling lonely is dangerous.
it causes the human mind to think irrationally,
to think that an individual is alone,
when in reality there not.
there's always a constant heartache to feeling lonely,
like there's a void in your chest
and there's pain when you think of your lackluster life.
I've learned to become accustomed to this new lifestyle,
while I stay alone,
feeling as though my chest will burst open,
thinking about my lonely life.
I've been feeling extremely lonely recently and have no idea how to get rid off this **** feeling
The thoughts of a writer
can be a terrific
and terrible chasm,
They spring from one precipice
peering over the edge,
ready to bound
towards the next
A. I. Myles 11 June, 2019
Watch out for writers. Their mind is a beautiful and dangerous place. Thanks for reading!