Devil In Her Eyes

You felt safe with me…

she never tried to keep you…

she’s got something in her eyes…

not innocence something darker.

something that doesn’t ask…

it just pulls you in.

she’s beautiful in the light

but at night?

she’s the kind of pretty

that makes you forget

what safe ever felt like.

she doesn’t love easily.

she watches first.

feels everything.

and then she decides.

but when she chooses you…

she doesn’t halfway stay.

she marks you, in a way

you don’t even notice at first.

she can be soft

just for a moment,

just enough to make you stay.

but the rest of her?

it’s fire.

it’s chaos.

it lingers on your skin

and somehow stays in your head

long after she’s gone.

she doesn’t show everything.

she never has to.

she knows exactly

what one look can do.

good morning…

there’s something about the way you move in the morning slow, almost careful,

like you know exactly what you’re holding back.

Warm hands, quiet thoughts,

and a depth that doesn’t belong to daylight.

good morning…

still half lost in dreams,

the rest?