The Devil Wore Her Skin

I have played with death

and satan grew angry with me,

so he wore her skin,

to play with my heart,

and tear down my soul.

I wish she got everything

she wanted by hurting me,

and healed from her past.

I wish she felt worthy

while I questioned my worth.

I wish my heartbreak became

the peace she was searching for,

that she got the satisfaction

of breaking someone strong.

I wonder how someone like her

can take over my entire being

without even trying.

Even if the world reaches the edge

of the Milky way,

my love for her would never end.

It scares me like hell,

that I keep falling for her

day after day, month after month,

with no end in sight.

The heaviest pain to carry

is the one nobody knows,

the one you can tell no one.

Among all the lies of her,

"I am not like the others",

"I didn't break hearts"

"Don't worry about them"

"I will never change"...

I still like just one,

the moment she said "I miss you".

And I loved that lie so much

simply because it was her who said it.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind