Divine

My mind is not my own.

It questions everything.

Does he still love me.

Why doesn’t he call

Unless I text him first.

I stare into space…

My dreams have all died.

Love ‘em and leave ‘em…

Is he still like that?

He stole my heart

With one fatal swoop

And left me here to die…

In these treacherous woods.

I drank of his blood…

But only in my mind.

I kissed his luscious lips.

Gods, he was divine.

But must I let him go?

I don’t know how I feel.

Is it worth hiding

This passion in my soul…

I wait for his return…

Waiting patiently…

I try not to complain…

But I can’t read his mind.

Gods, say it’s not the end…

Copyright 2013 by tabatha seven