Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for mature content.
it’s when you feel protected by him,
so much so, that your heart feels like it no longer needs to pump.
it’s when he covers your eyes before a surprise,
when your adrenaline is at it’s highest and you somehow can’t breathe.
it’s the sight of him rubbing his thumb across your thigh,
as the streetlights pass by you in moving pictures.
or maybe, perhaps, the promises he makes to you as you lay in bed together,
while your head is filled with the most beautiful lies you’ve ever heard.
i guess it’s how he plays this game,
that keeps me so intrigued.
it’s the danger of falling so deep into his grasp,
but yet the sound of descending into his unpredictable mind gives you that rush.
but suddenly it’s the way he manipulates you,
in ways you can’t explain but deep down you know are wrong.
he’s so secretive that you don’t even know when he’s telling you the truth,
but you believe everything he says anyway.
at night he sleeps next to you,
but his soul seems to be somewhere else.
what is it?
there’s so many right answers.
i keep thinking about the sweat,
dripping down his face onto my lips.
the way he grabbed me by the waist at parties,
confirming that it’s time to go.
it’s a dangerous game,
playing with him is like making a deal with satan himself.
he speaks to me sometimes,
making deals with the devil is so bittersweet,
if I give him my soul he’ll tell me what it is.
it seems like an easy decision but in so many ways it’s not,
because in the end the answer is nothing but the deep, dark hole that is him.
it’s his face so pale,
his eyes so distant,
it’s his mouth half open and his hands,
when I realize the devil has won,
but i was not the contender.
it was him,
it was his gorgeous soul,
his crown made of thorns,
his veins filled with steel.
and now that he’s gone,
you’ll never know what it was.