I'll deceive you with a smile,
I'll make you stay a while.
With a superficial charm,
That can bring mighty harm.
You've only reached the surface,
My remains remain a maze.
Am I too dark for you?

A simple face, hypnotic gaze.

With twinkles in my eyes,
I wear "Innocence" as a disguise,
Secretly bitter, better yet sweet,
master manipulator to my simple conceit.

It was all over in a moment,
Everything you once hoped,
The second you saw the illusion
That the glistening mirage evoked.

Deep pools of green, chocolate, blue,
Each one a beautiful escape,
Each one designed as a cunning ruse,
The eyes meant to seal you in your fate.

Dew drops perfectly reflecting,
The geometric spiral awaits
Luring the innocent inside,
Then the guardian slams the gates.

The spider’s web and the eyes,
You go in when the trap is concealed.
Once the trap is sprung, the door is closed,
You gladly stay, the danger revealed.

I sit in the middle of the classroom
Because the back is too deceiving
And the front is too noticeable.
I sit in the middle.
I sit in the middle of happiness.
Because depression is too deceiving.
And pure happiness is too noticeable.
I sit in the middle of myself.
Because I'm not deceiving enough.
And I never want to be noticed.
I sit in the middle of life.
Because the past is too deceiving.
And the future is too noticeable

You are someone I'd like to forget. You are someone I am afraid to miss. Every freaking minute you are here-- in my mind-- who allowed you to be?
You are someone who took away my words. And my confidence. What did you give me by the way? You gave me what? Oh, feelings!

You granted me with feelings I never knew existed. These also include self-loathing and jealousy and madness. Yearning, the need to be good, to give the best (unoriginal, sadly, because I know my imperfections too well) version. Also of love. Of missing at nights and thinking during days and writing pages after pages without sharing with another soul. You taught me the art of being lonely.

I won't thank you for that. And I think people are stupid who say thank you for breaking me, I learnt from it. Or thank you for leaving me it gave me space. Hell, no! *******.

I thought I knew you, but I now know I don't. You are just a name. Just a face. Just tarnished memories.
You made me so happy, but that wasn't really you was it?
Your soul engulfed mine everyday for a long time. The warmth of you lips is what kept me warm through these long winter nights.
The thought of your voice was powerful enough to fight gravity and lift the corners of my mouth. You made me smile.
Now I know the truth, you lied to me.
I don't think you're a bad person, but you did a bad thing.
You hurt me.
I thought I knew you, but I now know I don't. You are just a name. Just a face. Just a voice.
I see your face everyday and wonder what you're really thinking.
What did I mean to you?
Questions I wouldn't let slip past my lips until I have tight grip on my heart, I wouldn't want you dropping it. You've already broken it enough.
I have questions I won't ask.
I am afraid the answers will cause an earthquake throughout my body and a tsunami in my eyes, and I don't know if I can survive anymore natural disasters.
When I heard you were still with her it was like a switch in my heart was turned off, it was like my emotions were all snapped in half.
I felt nothing and everything at the same time.
I wanted to f*cking punch you in the face.
You are not who I thought you were.
You were different.
I didn't know you, I do now.

I wish I could

             ignore
         * you*


like *you ignore me