he looked like a son of a greek god,
luscious blonde locks,
{ as if the sun had wavy waterfalls of sunlight }
perfectly chiseled skin,
{ as if he were a perfectly molded sculpture }
and had the most beautiful eyes.
{ so blue and deep – i could have
drowned;
actually, i
already
kind of
d i d }
for he was addictive,
{ like a drug – my ecstasy }
for he was precious,
{ as the most expensive and beautiful jewel in the universe }
for he was special,
{ someone who was different in my life }
– or at least,
i thought he was special
at the beginning.
he treated me right,
kissed me right,
loved me right.
. . . it was everything i could ever want in life
boy, was i wrong.
our love was
heated,
i n t e n s e
passionate.
to have him
& hold him.
i was the lucky one.
{ i told him everyday. }
he used to say,
"i am so lucky to
have met you,
you are lovely,
beautiful
& most of all,
sexy."
and i always swooned.
i've given him something so sacred
from a woman [ a girl ]
i gave him everything.
{ i was so naïve }
everyday i thank the stars
that i met him
for he was addictive
for he was precious
for he was special
for he was mine
for he was the one.
{ never be too sure }
{ love is a lie }
my life was perfect.
i was always in cloud 9
when we were together.
when we met,
when we first kissed,
when he first held me.
[ but that was never the case ]
that was the summer
i will never forget
i lost so much,
but i gained plentiful –
– you.
[ OR SO I THOUGHT. ]
