Hell holds a place
Where I pace in a space
And through glass, I look at you.
Not out of vengeful fury
But for sorrow and worry
As I remain in a dismal blue.
You are not alone
And prone to the light he has shone
With your mate, both head and soul.
I tear at my skull
Hysterically mull, presence null
Misery flushed by eternity’s toll.
Obligatory affection
For the reflection of woman perfection
He has, but I too want you excessively.
The glass will not break
He kisses you for my sake
I famine helplessly to get more than your stare.
You look back throughout his touch
Every time it’s exceedingly much
I fall apart watching you go.
Now in a pinch
I winced just an inch
Convulsing from a dream in the
Windowpain.
No blanket could
Banquet and save it, sadly
I pinky’d my way between lanes.
Petite fingers clasped
Wrapped and entrapped in
Sobbing troubled twines.
My abdomen, held
Felt body bouquet and meld
Love in the most inquisitive of times.
Hell made me consistent
Persistent, I went with it
And caught the eye of the girl behind glass.
Up, she got close
Molecular woes, a lethal dose
With one touch my window collapsed.
No one would think
Gut sink, simultaneous blink
The possibility unconstitutionally in reach.
Things she would say
Meaning to days and astonishing phrase
I would make happy all I needed most.
Had I searched every-earth
Proving worth, providing mirth
I would have found the same you, as inevitably.
Now Hell has subsided
And we reside in what’s been guided
She is the me I like most.
