She told me a story of how she killed men with her smile, I didn’t quite understand it, until I ended up in hell trying to get her smile out of my head.
Ever been so intrigued by someone, to the point where they become one very large blind spot in your very logical brain?
Ever been so taken by their smile, that you could stare at it forever, you live for them, you breathe them, and what’s worse you do not mind if they feel the same way?
And even though they warned you, or the signs were there the entire time, you don’t see it, and you get completely destroyed and devastated, when that fleeting thing you thought you had, finally disappears like a fog at midday.
All that’s left is you and your pieces, wondering how you could have kept it longer, what you did wrong, wondering why your love wasn’t enough,
But it’s not really love is it?
I mean, a love that burns so bright that it consumes all of who you are isn’t really love, it’s a recipe for disaster.
