BAMS-Bowen Association Of Medical Students

THE DEVIL SHE IS.

I understand you. I truly appreciate watching my own horrors play out, and I mean everything as it is without causing anyone pain. I see mine in you, and myself in yours. You want it; her. It's like God had
given you salvation and still SHE worries about how much she MIGHT hurt you. She'd rather not, she wants to love you but she'd rather lose you than hurt you. She's hurting you, she knows, she's hurting and you come and comfort her and you begin a vicious cycle of pain, LOVE and hurt.

She is a masterpiece; a darkness. I am the same, and YOU are the embodiment of unsophistication her darkness always falls for. The light is new to darkness, one in the dark is unsure, your light leaves the one in the dark in ambivalence, her choices: The Devil She Is or A Religion She Has Never Fit Into.

I have seen this dance for long enough. She sways in perfection on her own, as she makes her WAY. But she is not noticed by any one in the crowd and it gets lonely. Very lonely. And you come along and she's in the spotlight, and you look into her eyes as you begin to make bumbling idiots of yourselves. You two are cute. Very cute. But she blames all the mistakes on herself and leaves you so she can dance in the dark again.
You wait alone in the spotlight, misery overwhelming, the exposure unnecessary and you wait because you know she'll get lonely again, she'll want cute again, she'll want you again. But for how long? When will it be TOO MUCH?

           -Twinless Gemini.