The Devil sat down next to me as I was reading a book.
I pretended to be really into the book,
Ignoring the fact that he was staring at me.
Trying to ignore the energy I could feel radiating between us.
"Chemistry" that is what he likes to call it.
I have no explanation.
I just try to remember if I ever felt like this before.
I don't think I have.
The Devil speaks sweetly to me
and I begin to lose interest in my book.
I begin to become interested in his words.
I allow him to steal kisses and touches,
While I believe that I'm giving off
the impression of being strong.
But he's the Devil and he knows.
The Devil played with me
until he got bored and sent me home
with a head full of promises that would never be.
The Devil cursed me with his words and with his touch,
Leaving my mind forever clouded,
Making me feel like I'm in a haze
when it comes to my judgment about him,
The Devil saw in me what I try to hide.
He picked up on it and used it to his advantage.
His advantage became my disadvantage,
my pain, my confusion and my loss of me.