Memoirs of my boulevard

i'm standing by the rain but never in it.  this is what it means to watch as an outsider. the wet, cold feeling and caring, never touch you. you stand by as everyone else jumps in puddles time and time again, knowing they don't realize how silly and corrosive it is. first dip in a toe and jump out of the way. next they always jump straight in, ignoring the danger. they seem to forget everything, including that. the puddles in this world only form on train tracks. and those tracks are always busy. just because you do not feel the pain. does not mean it isn't there just because you feel a heartbeat. doesn't mean there is one...

Walk with caution for you lie with a man who says what he says but does what he can! You were entered by his velvet voice. Enraptured, captured, void of choice. See it brewing in his treacle coloured eyes. Smooth words drip slick lies. The living, breathing, epitome of addiction! He appears in fact...in fiction. He arrives in love but comes with pain. Take caution when you call his name. He tugs at heart strings before snapping each one. He'll push you all the way to gone. A smiling assassin, a false befriender. A trick, a lie, an artful pretender. There's nowhere to run and there's no where to hide. When you're being brought down from the inside. Feel the seduction of the soul. A sweet, sorrowful, delicious pain. You will never slay the monster and find the man inside. When it comes to Him, he'll forever belong to Her...