He was built for an evil mission.
I forgot to listen to my intuition,
Slowing letting my guard down
He became my addiction.
That silent assassin,
His presence was magic
And he intoxicated my lungs
With his sweet scent.
We spent
Hours joking about revolutions,
And singing wars into the night skies,
Interlocking stolen kisses and
Penning promises onto unworthy tongues.
I knew he was dangerous,
I loved anyways.
He was stitched with a
Different type of needle
He was supposed to take my heart
And shoot bullets unknown to the core
Instead he sent fireworks to my empty world.
Bursting into flames, my heart
Didn't have enough time to shied itself.
Now i'm dusting off the melancholy I placed
Upon the shelf.
Catching my breath, it's hard to inhale
Knowing my exhale was once consumed
By your sweet smile.
Because now where there was once sparks
There are skid marks of a train crash.
I'm stuck in rehab.
Trying to comprehend where we got lost.
I lost.
I surrendered.
White flagged up, reverting back to December.
My revolutions are turning against me.
I saw the sun beaming in his pocket.
I just wanted touch.
But I held on for too long, my fingers got burned.
He knew.
He knew how far I'd wandered,
How many hours i'd spent wondering
And searching for what was mine in the first place.
He knew how many tears i'd cried in the middle of the night.
He knew my secrets.
And spread them across the table in front of everyone
That evil assassin.
He never did love me.
Killing souls was his profession,
And he murdered mine with ease.
He was a murderer. A silent assassin as I like to call them.
Slithering his snake like tongue down my throat.
Making me choke on every poisonous lie he so easily dripped into me.
And to think, I wasted my breath asking him to love me.
Love, Tianamonique
*I meant to post this last night.. but I forgot. Sue me.
