Overstay at wicked Eden
Our first few nights were filled with bliss.
An infinisimal trance,
One that I humanly miss.Snaking your arms around my waist,
My bite of the apple,
Lead my hands to caress your face.It sounded like I had it all.
Everything was figured out.
I could never imagine spending my life with whoever else from here on out.Then things became weird...
You became worse than my belief could imagine;
Now, you’re who I fear.You stopped telling me about your day.
Despite I told you mine
In overplay.You stopped letting me on your phone whenever.
Despite my birthday as your password
Ever since forever.You stopped answering my calls.
Despite your promise,
Even after what happened that night from last Fall.You stopped making your body exclusive to mine,
Despite I gave you my first time.You stopped keeping my secrets to stay secrets.
Despite I kept yours from Hell, more than bullshit.You stopped using your hands for love, now for pain.
To feel the same as they were around my waist,
I hid the scars. All I felt was my own shame.A careless, ill-natured young Man,
Or just Lucifer’s right hand?The hand had
Opened the door for Sin.
And despite I loathed the guest,
I still held onto Eden.The man owed a confession long overdue.
Textbook steps to a star-crossed ending.
But Heaven with you,
I kept pretending.
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Overstay at Wicked Eden
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