Autumn Leaves

Lured By The Beast

In your garden I lay
I won't rub off on you
In any wrong way.
But what you can't know by looking at me
Is that I've already been lured by the beast.

I'm that girl who lives next door
And you've known me since we were four.
You know
About my infatuation with
Sea
Midnight songs
Smell of the pages of the library books
And your garden.
But you don't know
How badly I'm falling for a particular pair of cold green eyes.
You shun him away during the day.
But he keeps visiting me at night.
He's making me do the things I shouldn't do.
He's telling me the things I shouldn't know.
I see him every single day.
Every single day I tell myself 'No More'.

And I can't tell you
His name.
Or what he does.
Or where he lives.
So that you can plague him for me.
All I want you to know is that
I've been lured by the beast.
But I'll come running back to you
The day I'm free.
And today that day is going to be.

This poem is sort of a confession. The 'beast' refers to this excessively bad habit of mine. That is why the poem is named 'Lured By The Beast'. It is like a beast for I know that it'll destroy me sooner or later. And I'm trying to get rid of it. I'm really trying. It just pulls me back...

Dedicated to @beyondfallen for the beautiful cover she made. Sorry that I'm not using the new one. My friend just edited the first cover.