you and your superstition
your past lives, your visions
I think it’s crazy but I believe it
you’re dangerous, a wildfire waiting to happen
all you need is a spark
should of known when I first met you
your dark svengali-esque eyes
that wild mane of black hair
that slightly disturbing evil laugh
we were in high school and you lit your homework on fire
so we could stay warm in the spooky woods
on that cold november night
you didn’t care
spoke of lucifer like he was a close personal friend of yours
drank like a sailor, cussed like a fish
you were the first person I actually believed ever cared about me
you believed in my ESP
my visions, my readings of the tarot
there was a mysticism all about you that I loved
I was always touched by your presence
a strange brew of a girl
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then I served four years of college
you disappeared like an apparition
I still think about you time to time
I tried looking you up on social media to no avail
I wonder if you ever think about me
maybe I can communicate to you via telepathy
