To Malachi Pt.2 Poem by Ellen Rose Guilaran

My life was over last year or so I thought
Did you know?
I met a boy in the month of Janus
Impressed by my gun shooting skills
And I, shot to the heart, out of nowhere
When he flash a sheepish smile at me
And said, 'Congrats'
Never knew that was the end of beginning

I've missed the days when our bodies collide
In a 5x5 room in the movies
Heave a sigh of your name
Moaned feelings of pain and fear

My cold skin and your warmth touch
Emblazoned a sleeping passion within
The days you'd make me mine
Full of heat, but not of love
The first man to touch my body
Barely my soul
The broken kindred spirit
Longing for the connection felt only in your tips

Did you brought in some prophecy?
Like the prophet you were named after
Are you my beginning or my downfall?
Please, be a better man for me
And your future, I'm trying to help weave