i know the devil
isn’t the one to lead us all into Hell
because there’s no chance
he’s that good
at hiding behind crystal blue eyes.
if you told me seven months ago
that those blue eyes
would lead me here,
i would’ve thrown my head and laughed.
here i am.
and there you are.
in your hand,
i’d never thought
i’d be one to beg,
but then again i never thought
i could be this foolish.
my words ricochet off the walls
each with as much power as a bullet
yet they never seem to hit you,
and only come back to hurt me.
as you look me straight in the eyes,
clouded over from..something..
a glance at your hand
leaves me grasping at my chest.
the pain seems to only intensify
until i look down
that my heart is resting in my own hand..
and i’m crushing it myself.
because this entire time,
i’ve been staring in a mirror,
imagining you there,
all the things we could have been
and should have done.
but in the end,
you disappeared and lied,
and i had to realize
that in all of this,
i’m only hurting myself.
i’m not really sure where to go with this certain idea or topic, so i’m sure there’s more like these coming. inspired by a friend:)