#69 when the devil whispered

So when the devil whispered into my ears,
those long forgotten cinematic conjures,
wished I washed it all away into the gutters,
but,

I suppose I no longer wish for a retribution,
you know, my heart is full of gold,
unlike yours,
mine is uncured from lesions,
negative perma-reminiscences bolted,
into my brain.

Hear me,
I might one day glimpse past your shoulder,
you might fall under a ghost's spell,
and realize, and regret

due to the fact,
that you fiddled me like you fiddled your piano,
with grace and elegance,
you left me for the fame, for the cocktails,
for the late night moonlight, in a car,
with someone God only knows.

I can only manage to glance back once in a while,
and learned to hold back all the smolders in,
while driving alone on the West Coast,
during the summer like you always desired.

You are an important lesson,
a reason behind these sentences,
written,
for people to listen,

and this lament will never end.