I scribble your name all over
My notebook adorned with clumsy hearts
And unshining stars.
I lay on a naked mattress protected
By a ring of photographs
I took of you
when you weren’t looking.
Suddenly jolt awake.
I realise this is what happens
When you worship false idols.
I spent an age waiting
For you to open your eyes.
Then finally you see.
You lay there on a bed
Of glittering silver,
Muted by an apple as green
As your eyes offering yourself
To my goddess.
And I know.
I don’t need you anymore.
Comments
Vita T | July 22, 2008 - 16:58
That is so true and so beautifully written!
MistakenMagic | July 22, 2008 - 17:27
Thank you for the feed back Vita T! A lot of people have said that they can relate to the subject matter, and it is based on my own experience.
tcook | July 24, 2008 - 12:11
This probably says more about the way a young woman's mind works than the entire canon of chicklit. Congratulations!
MistakenMagic | July 24, 2008 - 17:35
Wow! Thanks for the great feedback tcook! It's appreciated :)
Beeme | November 22, 2009 - 21:58
Stunning Magic, I don't know how I missed this.xxx