Crush

yes, i know you're right;
i've heard it a thousand times, and a thousand times i know you're right.
i know it's hopeless.
those eyes, so damn clever, aren't they?
so damn sly.
and they know, oh they know
how to lie.
and they use thir talent,
dark deceitful eyes.

i hate my gullible hunger.

i soar, i float
and raise my flimsy hope
knowing i will be shot
and killed
time and time again
by those lying eyes.

but you know it feels so good to pray.

and what lovely lies those eyes do tell,
what pretty pictures they paint,
staring from that fancy frame,
oblivious to human sorrow.
you're too good, you're too good-
you wouldn't understand
how i fall into this pit
time and time again,

obedient, such a pretty girl
who worships at your sacrificial altar.
asshole.
you always knew how to work me.

and soooo smooth, you mold me to your favor-
a precious whore, (you know i will adore you).

i hate my vulnerability.

----i don't know, it's not a good write, i just feel so...overwhelmed, i had to write what i'm thinking, even if it's scatterbrained, sorry...boys are frustrating.----