Torn Apart, Taped back

Words. Words that tore me apart. Took all that I knew away from me and left me lying in the dust. Words that released my tears and left me speechless. Words meant to bring me back. Words that pushed me back toward nowhere. Words that broke me away. Now that hands of a devil in angels clothing have tormented me so, I fear I could never go back. I broke down and cried. I broke down and let my tears form a river for me to drown in. He opened his arms and held me close. He fooled me with a perfect smile. As night grew and shadows danced, he pulled me close. He brought flame to a burnt out candle. He made me feel like I was saved, like my heart could be mended. I wanted him there. I tried my best to keep him there. I did things I never would have done just to make him hold me a tad longer. I just wanted the empty part in my heart to be filled as quickly as possible. When Morning woke, it was as if I wasn't there as he brought another girl to her knees. Another girl that needed her heart glued back together. As I laid there and watched. As I pretended not to care. I should have guessed. I should have known. An angel won't come from a devil from the past.