The doorbell rang
Autumn wind ran through his hair as he waited for the click of the bolt unlocking
As the glass door would act as a curtain to await my presence
As i would emerge with my eyes full of excitement and delight
To see his blue eyes again looking into mine…
A white bedsheet rests over my head and i look down his innocent face
Giggling and kissing his warm lips
A scorpion is printed across his breast
My fingers stroking it’s faded black outline
As i lay and adore every moment
Under a spell, I cant pull myself away to think he’s gone
From my heart
From my presence
Walking through life telling myself we will get back together
What i would do to feel his lips on mine again
His arms wrapped around my body
Its almost as if i miss being hurt..
every night thinking.
Will he come home?
Are his lips moving against one of his fan’s?
As he raps, he sings his heart’s content, in front of an audience with the devil
As the words wheeze out of his mouth,
The microphone swallows them up
The girls screaming his name wanting what i have,
The guys in a pool of inspiration
His mind is taken up by what he wants to be,
Unlike what he is,
There I am, standing to the side awaiting the moment of his longing
Why am i under this blanket of emptiness?
Hes gone, its over – yet i wish it wasnt
For the good times were the best
The bad times were the worst
Malachi, I love you
As i never said it in person
My heart repeats it to itself over and over again
I want you back
But I don’t?