Have you ever felt like you were dancing with the devil? So bad, yet so good. No one sees the happiness that they bring you, only the evil and dark deceit they bring. You accept the baggage and could care less about the stigma, they liven you and quite frankly you love them too.
Dancing With The Devil
She danced with the devil as she always seen people for the Better. Her healing soul attracted many as they took advantage of her exquisite Honeycrisp heart.
The snakes indulged as she seen no harm she thought they were her friends. She is me. I'm left empty, what was once familiar is now a strange questioning of the 5 w's, who what when where why and how.
Who do you trust and come to because nobody will have you like I had you, what made you betray me and treat me like the scum beneath the shoes that I gave to you. When did you know this was the end? Or was there never a beginning?
I reevaluate daily the moment our friendship got put on pause trying to realize when you were done but like a late period you never started. That's what hurts the most knowing that you were always my friend, but I was never yours. Where were you when I needed you?
When the glimmer left my eyes, when I no longer had the urge to fight for us, to do both sides. I was exhausted and so was our friendship. It had withered away but you were long gone, I had hope that maybe you would come back around.
Why? Why did you have to hide your true intentions of negativity and selfish motives. I tried to look past your flaws but even with makeup and disguise to match you were still a pig.
Most importantly how could you allow me to open up, to become so vulnerable that I share my deepest memories and moments of broken spirits, to open my heart and like a flower I had delicate layers I unraveled. My thorns protected me but I gave you permission to hold me and peel me back, just be gentle and handle with care because not everyone in the past has been so tender, I'm still left with damaged pieces.
Hurt people, hurt people. At least that's what they say, I'm hurt past words description something so deep that self love, optimism and positivity can't fix. I hurt me, allowing bitches negative energy and wishing you would love me for more than my curves and island of intimacy initially, in denial of the damaging denting you did to me.
You left me in a darkness, much more than the sunken place. I was sinking though, I fell and became lost in the deception. Deep in optimism that this was all just a phase, I waited, and waited hoping that glimmer would return to your eyes only in return did I see stale stares and the stars never aligned in our favor.
Im a galaxy but to you I was only the moon. Dark and ever changing through stages. I'm stuck as I see myself slowly drift, fading away. Save me, I'm drowning and now I see clearly that you are my anchor.
You drug me down and now I'm suffocating in your deceit, take a seat and watch what you've done. I loved dancing with the devil, because he pretended to care.
