#emptions

But I am not a mirror, ignorantly producing confidence for your sake.

And I am not an addict, my eyes do not shine cocaine-bright. No longer do I find sustenance in your throat. Rather, I find precipitous peace within my own heart.

Not to dance with the devil,

Told me I’d regret it.

But you were so tempting,

A roaring flame captivating my eyes,

I couldn’t look away.

I knew it was wrong,

Much like eve in the garden of Eden,

We both relished in the sin.

I placed my hand on the flame,

Wanting to feel the warmth,

The passion,

The excitement.

I wanted to feel what it felt like

To be you.

The heat raced through my body

And I finally felt alive,

Like I was living for the first time.

But you were a flame,

With the potential to burn down

Everything in your path,

And I guess I was in the way.