Blue-Eyed Devil

Sitting here December 23rd. Ash on my tongue, smoke in my

lungs. Stoking the fire just to feel something burn. I replay the

way you said my name like it didn't come with consequences. Like it wasn't

already too late, drowning in the echo of those blue eyes. Coldest truth when

it finally hits, grieving a future we never touch. I mistook your hunger for faith,

that's what I get for believing in a trap they call love. The longer the

emotions run, the deeper the scars they leave behind. You blue-eyed devil.

Scrolling through the ghosts on my phone. Your laughter in clean and perfect