aesthetic // (poetry)

beginning ;

his eyes were
like the sea
vast, stormy,
and beautiful.
i constantly found myself
lost in them
their beauty, their warmth,
and their darkness too.
there is something to be said
about him.
something beautiful,
and yet dangerous in the way
that he smiles at you,
the way he tells you
everything is going to be
okay, and you
know that he is lying.
but you still let it calm you
anyways, despite the lies
those lips utter, breathless
and carefully crafted, designed to
give you a sense of false security.
he was a hurricane,
and i was a drought.
we were destined for failure
from the beginning.
he caused me to spiral
out of control, caused a whirlwind
of emotions, dark and sad,
happy and weightless. he consumes
my 2 AM thoughts.
he's toxic, i know this.
but i can't stop drinking his poison.