Broken Parts

Her God

Black hair
Ivory skin
Soft lips
Paired with grey green eyes
He paced
Being looked up to concerned him
His heat beat thumped out of rhythm

He worries about her thoughts
His concerns fall around feelings
Does he make her feel loved?
Does he satisfy her needs?
Questions only she could answer

But would she tell him the Truth?
Would she simply lie to not hurt his feelings?
He paces the hall
The water runs from the upstairs bathroom
His curiosity is gaining the better of him

With each foot step up the stair case
The dread inside grows
What if she's with another
What if I displeased her to the point of ending her life

Foot steps quicken as he hurries
The quiet hallway seems to stretch for miles
Upon reaching the door his breath is weak
Slowly opening it
His eyes travel to the tub
His doll lay smirking in a tub of roses

A wicked grin rips it's way across his face
Yanking off his jacket he stepped inside
He is her God and she is his Goddess

'Tonight doll you're gonna see what you are to me'