“You are full of questions,
but answer none of mine.
Bit unfair, Lovey.”
“Oh, honey,
that’s how I roll.
You know this
after how long???
I take without giving.”
“No, no, it is not always.
It is past many years,
wretch,
that I have been attached to you
with chains,
I cannot wrest away.
Longer,
because you owned me
prior.
You are the enigma that
restlessness invokes
amid paradises
of supposed pleasure.
Yeah, keep that one for your
letter trove.
Escape is no frigging option.
Still, I am the villain.
I love you,
when love
is not your
purpose.
You desire to be
the bait,
then when the wild
beast
is captive, to run away.
I am willing to play
your game
because I enjoy
your peculiar brand
of pain.
Here lies the rot:
You have had your loves,
more lasting
than my own,
but somehow you are
not all away,
because
in your depths,
you realize
my heart is
your home,
but only at
a distance,
because you fear what
we would be
come into our own.
And here I have awoken
with ink
all over me, again,
and am yet to
discover why.
Perhaps even in
sleep
words
keep me company
as will never
the love I want.
Am I so dangerous?”
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 