Chaos
He was the perfect combination of a nightmare and a dream, a devil in leather breathing desire into my naive heart. He snaked his way into my thoughts as I fixated upon the lip rings and the tattoos he labeled art. Yet, I was never completely blind to the danger disguised behind those angel eyes. Heartbreak held fast to him, a shadow even on the darkest night trailing fragmented halos and shattered light. I followed this destructive path of fallen stars and broken glass, knowingly, straight into his arms. They called me charmed, but I always knew I’d surface scarred, heart broken and dreams charred. And they never understood my willingness to accept the pain I swallowed or the tears I wept after the fall. But I saw our ending from miles away. I knew this monster could never be tamed, wild heart and broken reins forever clinging to his name. Accepting my temporary place at his side, I held fast for the wild ride as my dreams soared and my fears died. Behold, before we said goodbye, this tattooed devil with angel eyes set fire to my dormant mind and taught my heart how to feel alive.