To me your like a magician, playing tricks on my heart...
I should've known from the start but I couldn't see what happened up your sleeve...
I only saw the outcome, the trick, and that was my rush.
Your love, the taste of your cherry lips on mine, your lies that I fed off of like a bird to worms....
The blood you made pump through my veins vigerously, my heart that jumped around you....
I fell again. I'm a fool.... I shouldn't have fell and I knew it
Everytime I think it will be different,
but I guess magicians like the ones who believe. The ones who believe in their fake magic...
and I am one of them
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You Consume Me /Poetry
PoetryLove is toxic, temporary, and fake. Updated often, i get fucked over alot