Mirage
Subtle as a violin, he looks just like a regular guy.
He’s casual but wears a suit as serious and mysterious as his demeanor.
His eyes are so mature and yet he is distant & cold.
He cares for things so delicately but his words have no soul.
We have so much chemistry but nothing is real.
He understood my old but he won’t allow me to feel.
A walking disaster for me, but it’s overshadowed by his cleanliness.
He isn’t to be trusted, he aches of quiet regret & bitterness.
He is a mirage of sunshine full of selfish good deeds.
He is full of empty but the depth of his pain is heartfelt.
His laugh is a treat, his accent is deep, his moodiness absolutely charming.
The man is so familiar and unknown to me.
His physical strength is frightening, it weakens me.
My mind wasn’t my involved because my body felt at home.
I didn’t want to go or stay, I couldn’t really speak.
He was the best bad news, like good rain in bed, he was made to speak to me while I sleep.
He is scary and calming, blistering hot fire, I wanted to get close enough to feel the heat.
The music, the food, his walk, everything about spending time with him is effortlessly discrete.
He was often quiet but I wanted him to teach me everything.
He felt so good but so very wrong, this man tastes like melted butter.
He is delicious & terrible for the heart.
He’s selfish, inconsiderate, lacks empathy & moral clarity but his passion is sincere…
He will break me if I stay, I really wish I didn’t know better.