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You as art


We did remain ourselves

But you weren't who I thought you to be

and as I preached the devil wouldn't catch you,

you were the devil that caught me.


I tried to write about you before.

All that was left before me was a blank page,

because I realized I know nothing of you.

I only know about us.


And we were majestic beings,

we soared through the open doors

presented before us.

And when you held my hand

I believed the words you said.


I was as trusting as my heart.

But now, I trust no one but myself.

It all ended, when my eyes drew you

as a fucking perfect piece of art.