The worst week of his life

he told me he hated her
would love to chew her tongue
and gauge her eyes out
he told me he loved her
kiss her till the sun rose high
and love her even when the clouds came by
he said things, her heart doesn't let go
she reads in on her forehead,
every morning on the mirror or so

eyes shut, nostrils flared
she exists, it was his worst nightmare
I love you he whispers
her heart purrs, he's her whisker
he's looking past, not at her
a shallow water ledge
an unwanted bridge
 she was never his, was never his sun
he had someone else, he was done

when it's 3 AM and she's drenched in sweat and tears
he's happy he's content so he chooses not to hear
but, he feels her pain when he kisses Her in the rain
her tears like water droplets, screams like thunder
but when he looks up the skies are blue
he's happy so she doesn't want to be a blunder

so after months of anguish she finally calls him
it's 3 AM and he's provably having supper
a Girl picks up from the other side
She exists, it was his dream come true
She speaks softly, afraid to scare her away
"he's coming" voice like a sunny day
"don't worry his time is at bay
keeps on waiting at the gate
don't blame him for anything
he's not sure he has decent clothing
his life is at the stake, he always holds a knife
this happens to be the worst week of his life."










-nn