Writer: divorced-damaged-and-dangerous
Subject: The Devil Came Wearing Your Face
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The Devil Came Wearing Your Face
I longed for you in drifting dreams, where dusk lay heavy, starless, pale; I called your name through velvet dark and kissed your palm, already frail.
You did not come to soothe the ache that bloomed like rot beneath my skin; You left me housed with whispered sins, among the damned you’d drawn me in.
You knew not what your absence carved, Nor marked the wounds your games impressed; Cruel jests that masqueraded mercy, Tortures clothed as tenderness.
You lost yourself to shadowed rooms, to spirits poured like holy draughts; Your soul went wandering, unmoored, while mine paid debt for all your drafts.
The clocks stood still when you returned, their hands like bones against the wall; Your laughter rang like cracked church bells, A hymn that promised, then would stall.
I learned to kneel where hope once stood, to pray in rooms that answered none; Each vow you broke became a scar, each silence weighed more than a blow.
My youth lay buried in your moods, A ghost you never cared to see; I grew accustomed to the dark, mistaking grief for loyalty.
I was so young, untaught in grief, Unwarned how love could be withheld; It felt as though the devil came, and through your eyes, his gospel swelled.
Now ivy climbs the ruin still, The house remembers what you won; But I have learned to leave the dead And walk toward the rising sun.
I speak your name without a prayer, No curse, no longing left to bleed; The child you left in candle smoke Has grown beyond your reach, your need.