his smile makes my stomach churn,
an acid bubbling with sick hatred,
and undeniable longing.
those grey eyes stirring in lust,
an absolute hypnotizing color,
with intentions to make me weak
and secrets lying beneath.
the way his body moves on me,
makes me want to vomit in revulsion,
yet, a moan leaks its way out,
i'm stuck in a painful completion.
you lean over me, and give me that smile.
my heart is in my throat, drawing out your words,
but as you kiss me and find your shirt
i know you didn't say goodbye,
because you'll come again,
and I won't stop you.
i have a closet full of knives and
a bedroom filled with lies.
devil at my door 9/3/11
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