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i called him
a white knight,
this golden god
with a tongue full of lies
masquerading as promises

he was more
pretty parasite
than beautiful beast,
more monster
than magical being

he had eyes made of smoke and mirrors,
and a kiss that tasted like truth

he dressed in shades of night,
all obsidian and opal skies
but lurking beneath
was a devouring dark,
the kind that swallows up
silver star hearts
like mine

and i was fooled
every single time

(but never again)