A woman at every portA Poem by Mistress of the moonI used to despise that joke my mother would make but there’s always a little truth in every joke..and our love was the biggest joke of them all..
I’m tired
I’m tired of waiting Tired of wondering why I’m not enough Tired of being a secret A lie to your parents A secret to your friends Tired of wondering... Why I’m never enough Why do I bother to wait on a man who already has someone. I could be out with someone else Occupying my time elsewhere You’re so afraid of losing me but your fear is about to come true. do not bother leaving her, why would I want someone with no back bone, if you cannot leave her how can I ever expect you to handle someone like me. I was always enough, I was more then enough. I was the moon and all her stars. I was the warmth of the sun and the flowers that grew from her radiance. I was the birds singing every morning when I was in your presence and I was the crickets every night that put you to sleep just as fast as my hands did. I’m the reason they name storms after people because when you expected a drizzle I was a flood. I’m what sailors fear, I wasn’t a siren I was a god damn leviathan. I ate those beautiful beasts that left you shipwrecked. I’m not a knight of the stars anymore, I’m the conquerer of them, and there is no room for both of us in this galaxy. I thought you my twin flame, I knew so much that you were that even when you thought your lies convincing I read through them without ever even looking into your eyes. When I come I’ll sleep on the couch of the room, I do not wish to feel your bodies warmth, if your heart is cold. I am not yours and when I leave there we will only ever be strangers again..I won’t come back..this time I mean it.. © 2019 Mistress of the moonAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 28, 2019 Last Updated on November 28, 2019 Tags: Romance, heartbreak, angst, home wrecker, emotional AuthorMistress of the moonPAAboutA new age Elvira, a young morticia, a humble goth girl with a want to write now and again. more..Writing
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