Mia's Untold Stories

Hidden Poet

[WARNING: This Chapter contains sexual references.]

My mother forced me to go to join a poetry club. Something I'm not really a fan of. All they really just taught me is how to put my emotions into simple words.
Such as;

Her happiness is what many people admired.
Her beautiful brown eyes would shimmer and shine.
Her love is what dozens desired.
Asking themselves, "will she ever be mine?"

She was a performer.
Her show about an explorer.
A red-stained map.
To find the girl who would always nap.

She'd take her bow,
The curtain would draw.
Taking another pill for now,
Surely she'd hit the floor.

The tears in her eyes caused a glistening effect.
Her smile was forced.
She knew her secret had to be kept.
Her past filled with remorse.

Alone in her dressing room.
She'd meet her doom.
She'd paint a shorter pathway upon her map,
So that she'll never awake from her nap.

I'm pretty bad at it, but it's something.
Slam poetry evenings are fun, but I still can't stop thinking about Joseph.

There used to be this evil glare. Oh so enticing. With merely his eyes, he could get me to do whatever he wanted. He'd undress me without an actual touch. My only desire would be to make all his fantasies come true. He'd caress my cold body, sending shivers down my spine. He'd be eradicating pain in the most pleasurable ways. We'd soar the open skies together and he'd make me reach indescribable heights. Our love was more than a mere game. It was heaven in hiding. A world beyond your possible imagination. He'd render me in aches and yearning for more. Always leaving with a gentle touch. A kiss of sweet death, as his scent remains all over my bedsheets...

As the days went by his scent on my sheets were always renewed. Our wings grew stronger and the game changed, each time more exciting than the last.

Until the days went by, his scent began to fade and our memories seem to have turned into a mirage, but even though I'm still heartbroken I shall continue to keep up a facade.