Feeling RED

If I’m going to be a mess, Im going to be a beautiful one

Snow day doodle

I have seen the eyes of the devil

I say this because it is true. I have locked eyes with people who I believe to be truly evil. And I looked into their devil eyes, and I feel ashamed to admit I was deceived. I want to see the best in people, but to some this characteristic is just a way to take advantage. And it was. I have been taken advantage of multiple times. I have been hurt multiple times. And the eyes of my devils haunt me. Although years and miles apart, I still feel the closeness of their pain. I’m still not sure how to work past this. The devil is inherently deceitful and alluring. But what does the touch of the devil make me? Weak? Stupid? I don’t know. And I HATE that I have a part of the devil in my history, in my heart. Will I ever be pure again?

The Eyes of the

Stamps

I am the black

speck of pepper

lost in your

mouth, you

didn’t even

know I was there

until

you bit down

on me