“Telling my whole life with his words”…

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She used to read his words…
And loved what she saw…
 
They nestled within her soul…
They left her craving more…
 
As when she closed her eyes…
He was able to transport her…
 
Into a faraway dimension…
Where she became a voyeur…
 
And began living life vicariously…
Floating across time and space…
 
Feeling each and every word…
Brush against her own sweet face…
 
She recognised the characters…
The universal themes hit home…
 
She felt he wrote about her life…
Even though she was unknown…
 
She felt a real connection…
She knew he really understood…
 
She felt he’d got into her head…
Like only secret lovers could…
 
And as his words kept coming…
Stronger the spell was weaved…
 
Leaving her weak at the knees…
Convincing herself to believe…
 
And she craved him so much…
The line between them blurred…
 
What was once just a fantasy…
Became true reality in her world…
 
So she followed her fragile heart…
And persuaded him to meet her…
 
Professed undying love for him…
Praying he would simply concur…
 
But he pushed her love away…
Because he already loved another…
 
Tried his best to console her…
As her face grew dark with thunder…
 
Thinking if she couldn’t have him…
Then no one else really should…
 
And left him silently sleeping…
In a pool of deep red blood…

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Photo by thewolfworx

8 responses to ““Telling my whole life with his words”…

  1. Awww…. excellent!
    You caught the scene so well in your poem!

    I remember hearing words that I thought were said/written/sung just for me, but – fortunately – I never felt like murder.

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