Call Him Mine

Absentmindedly Checking for the green light The numbers keep appearing The feverish message Words of affirmation The cards of tarot Flipping in the candlelight To put my Assumptions true Keeping my doubts Tightly around me The dark ribbons tied to my wrists My pale skin hasn’t Lived in the life of the sun this year Replaying the video clips Of the summer past Making them live and last In my head Torturous yet pleasant Letting my imagination run wild Loose like the growing wilderness Of the jungle I’m living in But that is just my style Living in the photographs That captured the brightest moments That I can’t even find on my phone The words whispered in confidence Which are kept in remembrance In the dim red light The stories I’ve lived that I never put down to paper They stack up Waiting to be told like The angel and devil undercover Jailed in a claustrophobic dystopia Only to find Yellow diamonds in the night In the darkest of places The fallen angel The devil that was too kind His eyes of moonlight shine Her dark raven of hair Of soft loving gestures exchanged My kiss on the back of his hand His hands around my waist The intensity of his eyes Stuck in my mind No option I lay awake in my bed To only rise to the Same scenery standing still in front of me Leaving me to only wishing to See those eyes again Never knowing when The sound of realization setting in I never got to call him mine And I his