La Salvadora | POETRY

C H A P T E R 4

When I first laid my eyes on you
You took my breath away
Your smile broke away the ice around my heart

You had on your pale pink slip dress
Your white heels with the bows on the back
You pale pink silk gloves

You carried yourself flawlessly
Never once doubting yourself
You, my angel, knows her self worth

Everyone laid their eyes on you
Including me
I've got my eye on you

My eyes followed your every move
Calculating what move you would make next

You were a mysterious girl
Everyone knew of you
Yet they didn't know you
You were the girl who always kept people guessing, curious

You greeted everyone at the banquet
With your beautiful big smile
I felt jealousy arise in me
You smiled at everyone but me
My fingers bit inside my palm
Creating moon crests in my palm

The moon crests bearing as a reminder of that night
The chokehold you have on me
I would do anything for you
Anything
Nothing would stop me from seeing you smiling

Later that night
I stood in your garden
Smoking a cigarette
Secluded away from the other guests

Fuck
A sweet caramel scent hit my nose
My head tilted back
My eyes closing
Inhaling your scent
There is nothing I do not love about you
Absolutely nothing

The first words you ever told me were about my cigarette
You told me to put it out
Told me
Not asked me
Yet I found myself following your commands
Not wanting to disappoint you

You introduced yourself
Belladonna Calderon
Fuck
How good your name would be if it were
Belladonna Menshikov
From that moment forward
I swore I would do anything to make you mine
Anything

Putting out your hand
Except this time you did not have your gloves on
I took your hand
Brought it to my lips
Pressing them against the back of your hand
Closing my eyes
They felt so fragile, so soft
Taking in the moment of being able to be in your presence

I was grateful to even just be acknowledged by you
Grateful you paid any attention to me at all

That night you did not ask of my name
You just pulled your hand away

Except you did one thing that night
Leaving me shocked
You leaned up against my chest
Pressed your soft, plump lips against my cheek

I swear till this day
I can still feel what I felt the day I met you
I can still feel your lips pressed against my cheek
Your scent still lingering
My eyes wide
I pressed my hand against the cheek you just kissed
My cheeks turning red
In shock you kissed my cheek

I smirked
Nothing, my angel, will get rid of me
I won't rest until I have you
All of you
The good and the bad
I want everything

Mrs. Menshikov, I've always got my eye and mind on you...

AN//

Dear Readers,

I LITERALLY CAN NOT

I typed this up on my notes app, excited to publish this. I went to press copy and accidentally pressed paste and it deleted all my work. I wanted to cry but did not. I rewrote this. Hopefully it does not suck. As always let me know what sucks and what to improve on. Also I'm going to see Harry Styles. I can not believe it. Sometimes I wake up crying because I can not believe I'm going to see him... IN PIT!!! Honestly I don't even know if what I'm writing classifies as poetry. Let me know what you think...

LOVE YOU ALL LOTS

XOXO,
Sophie
<3