Angel

I was at work the other day, not working, when I decided to write something. Enjoy.

I take a look into her eyes. And I feel trapped. The more I try to shake the feeling, the deeper I become entangled in her web. As an unsuspecting fly, knowing he's gotten too close but it's too late to flee. Yet knowing that this impending pain would be the best pleasure he has ever experienced. She does things to me that's borderline scary. Why? Because to lose all control of myself when she's around isn't healthy, it just isn't right. And no matter how helpless I feel, I don't think I would change one thing about it. Nope. I would ride to hell and slap the shit out of the devil if he so much as brought one bad day her way. If I died I would go to the pearly gates and right before they fitted me with my wings I would ask God to send me back because, quite frankly, she's my heaven. They say that angels exist among us, but we can't spot them. However, she has given away her true identity. She allowed God to send her here a little too perfect and then thought I wouldn't be able to see through the trick they were trying to sell to me. But by no means am I complaining. Instead I am thanking God that He has deemed lil ol' me worthy of one of His angels' companionship.

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Where's the love? Where's the trust?

You were so focused on you while I was focused on us

Damn I just wanna cuss, I hate this feeling

Anything you needed, I was willing, I was ready, I was prepared

But I guess that wasn't enough for you because you wanted to be shared

Wanted your cake and eat it too

So who the fuck is this new dude that's getting next to you?

Yeah it hurt, but I refuse to let it get me down

Refuse to be the jackass that's the talk of the town.

Nah, I'm moving on and pressing forward

Positive actions yields positive results.

And I'm positive that I'll be okay,

Should've seen that you wasn't ready from that first day.

But some things I overlooked, blinded myself

So I guess technically the blame can't be put on anyone else

I made this mess, this is my bed to sleep in

Guess I went off the deep end, now I'm sitting here listening to The Weeknd.

"You're the same ol' song".

I was a little bored so I wanted to write, but I had writers' block. So I wrote the first thing that came to mind, which was influenced partly by the music I was listening to, and partly by the movie Hitch since it was on the tv at that time. I haven't written any poems in awhile, and I decided to try my hand at it. Truthfully, it's not one of my strong suits. But oh well. Pobody's Nerfect!