He is love
he is a light
he is the sounds, and thoughts, and words
that keep you up at night.
He is warmth
but it makes you shiver.
He is beauty
he is kind
he is a giver.
He is magic in the dark
he is the ticking time
he’s energy in the stars
truth in a white lie.
He broke down my walls
with the light in his eyes
and brick by brick
he took over my mind.
I fell for him fast
and unknowingly
he is the kind of earthquake you don’t see
I thought I was safe
because there was no evidence of destruction
but
before I knew it
I was in it,
I loved him.
The heat of the summer
the moon in the sky
nothing could compare
to the look in his eyes.
Cornfields,
truck beds,
parking-lot lights,
the connection was instant,
everything was right.
But season change
leaves turn brown,
lakes dry up,
what goes up, comes down.
I don’t know what changed,
or why he fell out of love
but I’ve come to realize
it’s simply
what
he
does.
He loves, and he loves, and he loves,
then
he runs, and he runs, and he runs.
He won’t stay, even if he wants to
his demons are stronger
than the feelings he has for you
If i could speak to the one he has now
I would tell her to prepare
for the rain that will come down.
He will tear you up,
and pour gasoline on the shreds.
You will feel insane,
you won’t get him out of your head.
His jacket
his face
his words won’t leave your memory
he won’t care when you face him
saying:
“look what you’ve done to me”.
Remember this words next time
your hands are in his
because you
will become the next casualty on the list.
You can try to get out,
but you’re already in.
Welcome to the minefield.