I used to think your eyes were like flaming sunsets.

Glistening like the comfort of a campfire.

Like the flames, always full of misdirection.

Or maybe it was just all in my imagination.

Maybe it was your manipulation

leading me on, like a predator leads its prey.

I would’ve loved you still, if you were the predator.

I’ve done it before.

I would’ve followed you.

I would’ve.

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