The Devil in Disguise.

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Words sweet like sugar but leave you with a sour aftertaste. The prettiest face with the most deceiving eyes. A heart capable to make yours break. I didn't go into it blindly but I went all in, no hesitation. I hate the word regret so I'm not gonna use it. The exit is right in front of me and I'm willingly deciding to walk past it every single day. 

Lies or feelings that faded? I'll never know. Manipulation or the moment's rush? I love the thrill either way. A hug that put back all my pieces only to break me even harder in ways I didn't know I could be divided. When you get a taste of heaven how could you ever go back to just being alive?

Scattered words and emotions untold. I'm a self called artist and she's my masterpiece. And when it all falls down, I'll be left with artwork like no other and the bittersweet taste of nothingness amongst the everything I felt for her. That's how I'll know it was all worth it. 

And I'll miss her every day I don't get to experience her energy in person, I'll try to find her in all kinds of sins. But there's no one just like the devil you know. So I might keep going back to her until I'm all out of inspiration or words to tell her worth listening.

I tried to make her mine in so many ways ever since I met her. But I could never tame a beast so rare. All the things she told me I've heard before, but how she managed to make me believe them again, even a little bit, is unknown to me. 

She woke my muse and my past traumas. I'm always fully aware of it but refuse to let go. I saw the end before we even began. I guess my need for chaos is stronger than my survival instinct. She's been a nightmare all along but all I can do is daydream about her. 

 Athina, x

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