Lucifer, The Playwright

I know you’ll fuck her tonight, purely out of spite.

I don’t let jealousy get the best of me, I know I’m the one that is in your head, an impossible song for you to forget.

Those sad hazel eyes without any light you don’t really see, only the blue grey ones turning to green, a window that feels like home, a lover you’ve always known.

I still remember, the electricity between you and me, a promise that was made before you and I ever came to be. A fateful day I’ve tried to erase. What a joke, trying to dull the memory of two hearts, locked together for eternity.

Nothing ever seemed quite right before, it wasn’t ever quite right after either, always just out of sync.

Except when we laid in the sheets, all could be let go. The body speaks, the soul singing to its tune, once the thoughts ceased to exist, at least for the seven seconds of bliss. The seed gets planted, deep within, sealed with a lions roar. I know your heart makes the softest prayer, for the little prince to come to bear, a secret you and I share.

True love, it sounds like it should just be. How easy that seems. What a bore, a story with no mess, no conflict, no gore. A comedy come alive, life has a funny way of it, a catastrophe of too many infinite possibilities.

A show of two blind mice falling down, slamming into all the walls, bloodied and battered, they all cheer at the pain, it seems like such a stupid game.

Standing at the crossroads, your head telling you not to do it, no, she’s the devil, a liar, a cheat, an enemy to the state. Lucifer incarnate, a fear that is so loud and deep, the Angel of death and the divine, a shadow for the humans that choose to ascend.

Your heart, it doesn’t hear a single fucking word you speak, it only sees the dancing glimmer behind those eyes, one that looks familiar after a peak in the mirror, a challenge awaits for the only one who ever had the power to tame the little horned queen, body filled with brimstone and dragonfire.

Reasoning doesn’t speak to your pulse, it doesn’t listen to anything at all, for words really have no meaning, more than half the time they’re completely askew, depending on the view.

A single touch however, drowns out everything that was ever said, a sound similar to that of the dead.

The heart, I have learned, only feels what it wants the most, it only sees who it can’t go without, an emotional pull that could never tell a lie, fatal attraction coming alive.

It beats for the one that destiny is calling from, an obnoxious tune from high above your head, the most beautiful one, the most free of all the melodies.

The little gypsy is begging you to see what’s in between, for tamed, we were never meant to be.