she knows. she’s known for a long time.
that didn’t make her care.
i told her. how he didn’t listen to me,
only took what he wanted.
i guess she thought it was a story, or a joke.
like i would humor such a topic in such a way.
like she didn’t see me crawling out of my skin,
in his presence, i was shaking violent.
she knew. she had known the longest,
other than myself.
it didn’t matter. she did what she wanted.
she saw his eyes sparkle, heard his kind laugh,
how i once had.
she decided that meant he must be pure,
i must be lying.
i understand the confusion,
i once thought his eyes were oceans to get lost in.
but in reality,
they are ice, and they trap you underneath the surface.
you don’t expect it when it comes,
because he’s looking at you with those sparkly eyes…
he’s laughing that kind laugh…
did it feel wrong when you kissed him?
could you feel the monster deep inside?
or was he right there at the surface,
playing along with the mood just right?
once you let the monsters in,
you become their den.
he has been festering in my soul for years,
but you haven’t heard me screaming.
you wouldn’t even listen,
you didn’t even care.
and you both will burn together,
vile remains cherished nowhere.
how could he…..?
why would he…….?
why would you?
when you knew?