we all have stories we'd never tell,
but you have an entire book series
you'd never let me read.
and your lies were beautiful,
as if they'd been crafted from the same jewels
as your diamond necklaces.
i wanted to believe them
but your soft lips always murmured
the words I wanted to hear,
and damn you for making me believe them.
everyone saw you as beautiful,
and you were,
but i might've been the only person
to see the cold monster
underneath your soft skin —
to see the fire spreading between
your empty rib cage.
even when it was raining,
and even if i was miles away
i could smell the smoke and
the ashes on you.
you were half goddess, half hell
and it might have been your chaos
that made you beautiful.