He'll never be yours again

Never you touch him again

Or hold him, or feel him with your own hands -

Your blood-stained hands that you have mercilessly used

For you have thrown him out of your garden

Destiny altered

His promises are mine, his body is mine, his soul, his love

Do not fret for he is no longer miserable

But only you are alone.


I'm not angry, just a little jealous maybe,

to be so easily forgiven and held in such high regard

But I do thank you for giving him up

For doing so you gave him to me.
 

Reviews

[Janice Ann]

OH SNAP! You tell um! This is the slap in the face...saying "you had this, all of this wonderfulness...but you screwed up! and now all of it is mine!" Fantastic! Great read!

Janice Ann