The Only Poem by France Tamaca

He was once just a side dish
Now he’s this one, ultimate wish
For my birthday,
For Christmas,
For Valentine's,
For a life worth having.
He’s that one ridiculous thing
I would gamble to win
The price worth the sin.

Or so I thought.

For he could want everything to last forever.. but my kiss.
And I could have all the hearts in the world….. but his.
He could be my owner,
My prison,
My ball and chain.
Still his love for her will, and always, remain.
While I whimper,
while I cry,
while I bury all the pain in nonchalance, and in a smile.
He’s all hers,
I’m all his.
Until that time I hope would come, it remains as is.