Dance With The Devil
Only myself to blame
Brown eyes staring up at me
Arms looped round my neck
The smallest smile on your perfect lips
In the waning moonlight you seem to shine
Everything I ever hoped could be mine.
My hands rest on your hips
So lost in you I never thought to check
Behind the lies of who you pretend to be.
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Remembered taste of you
Lingers in every leaping shadow cast by firelight
Claws dig ever deeper
Raking my soul across the flames
But I'm just one of many names
In a book of broken hearts from all those weaker
Or too scared to take flight
From the terrible things you make us do
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Perfect lips in a perfect face
Alluring smile
Easy grace
Making me run to keep the pace
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Losing weight and life and love
Strength has fled from arms once firm
Hoping to keep you in my arms forever
All the while knowing I could never
Be more than something that you watch squirm
In the moonlight from far above
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Desperately I hope and strive
For what I need to feel alive
Your touch against my face
I'll burn the world to earn a place
Standing next to you among the ashes
Stained by blood from my soul's own gashes
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Then one day you turn away,
Interest lost like autumn frost
Under the sun's reflected light, while in my soul burns passion bright.
Your wonderous laugh, cut me clean in half
My service done; you say you've won
But I ran a one-man race, never believing you could replace
All that I could be to you. I am a person who
You could never love, though I thought we fit like hand in glove
All the signs were there to see, if only I had the strength to be
The kind of man who could walk away, and find true love a different day
Now you are all my thoughts, I am plagued by shoulds and oughts
Regret chokes my every goal, fighting me for control
Of the rest of my life, every moment filled with strife
Who could guess it wasn't right, dancing with you in the pale moonlight?
About the Creator
Alexander McEvoy
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
"The man of many series" - Donna Fox
I hope you enjoy my madness
AI is not real art!
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Comments (11)
Oh crap. I read this a while ago and then didn't comment. Bad Paul, Bad ScottyScott. This is just haunting, heartbreaking and just written so wonderfully honest and unfiltered. I commend you for being so bare-all on the page/screen. Stunning work, truly, Alex!
Your sadness and pain is clear
Dark and haunting - very well done!!
So beautifully written and so heartbreaking!!!❤️❤️💕
Oh this was heartbreak on the page!! So well penned!!
That was soooo devastating! I think there's nothing worse than to find out that we've been replaced by someone else, by the person we love the most. Loved your poem so much!
This is breathtaking. 'But I'm just one of many names In a book of broken hearts from all those weaker' Was initially my favourite lines but then I ended up finding too many to list. This poem had everything you want in a poem. And that ending was extraordinary.
You poured it all out with this one! That's real heartbreak!
Alex... I'd pick out my favourite lines and tell you how much I loved them but I fear I'd juts be writing your whole poem back to you... I'm breathless and left aching, in the best way!! Your vivi imagery and the way you seem to have just bled onto the "page" has left me in awe!! Beautiful work!!
Stained by blood from my soul's own gashes - wow!!
Such a touching poem. Love the emotion it creates. And it’s very relatable too.