Jul 5, 2024
illicit affairs
blindfold over your eyes, but you still see
all the darkest, twisted parts of me
but you don’t look away
instead begging me to stay
you just keep your secrets
and I’ll suffer the deep cuts
well that’s the thing about illicit affairs
no one hears your prayers
i curl my fingers around your thorns
i try to calm the storms
but they rage in your tired eyes
all six of them like blue skies
and you wanna scream
“all this pain for what?”
“screw the damn monkeys”
and no one hears you but the breeze
~T. Swift
