My sphere of consciousness is all scrambled
I think that sacred wishes in my soul have been granted
Perhaps the witches hexes upon us have been by the light disenchanted for good
He is coming back home already
He only left three days ago
I had planned on taking his departure as a sign for me to branch out and make an attempt to date other boys
It is almost like it annoys a part of him
Something that I doubt he would ever admit
I am not going to put my life on hold because I am too busy trying to forget my pain
He needs to stop going out of his way to show me that I was never quite enough
Especially not now
Clearly, I am the only one who has ever remained true
He even said so himself just the other day
He is not going to come back and start trying to make me live my life in any other way than I do
He must make up his mind
I am not a yo-yo
I am not a fucking Tinker Toy
My life is not a damned childhood game
I do not want to hear anyone elses\' name
Keep your side life to yourself
I am not going to put all of my plans on a shelf to collect dust and become forgotten
His reason for returning makes no sense at all
But, the real one makes more sense than is even clear
I am the cloak
The protector
The shield
The huntress of his minion, his fear
His Artemis, my arrow pulled all the way back and locked into place
His huntress in shining armor
His nurturer
His Mother in soul
The keeper of all the answers that the thieves of his upbringing stole
I can do this again, but its going to be in my own way
All he needs to do is live
Without saying a single word
Not uttering even a fragment of sound
We have found our hidden treasure over the eons
Behind the arch of time
He must listen to me when I speak to him
By now, he must realize that I am seldom wrong
I have always listened to every word he has spoken
I have remembered every lesson I have learned
I have kept him in the highest realm of my love all along the way
His negative tendencies will not be tolerated, nor accepted
They will have no way with me or my luck
That worry wart spirit that he clings to is now a sitting duck
I have the shells hidden away
I must go out and buy a 22 rifle
I can already taste the greasy broth in the spoon
Duck soup turned into a delicacy
The murder of ignorant self-unraveling
Such a triumphant affair
I am going to be a brutal bitch this time
But its only because I care
If his family is so damned important, then that is where he needs to live
I cannot give him anymore right now than they can
All I can do is show him compassion, friendship
True love
I am not above
nor below him
We walk in lines that run parallel
Thank God he is coming home and has a game plan
Drawn away from that Winter pit of Hell up North
I have, indeed, called forth my warriors
To assist me in this victorious time to come
We shall devour the sacred nectar of the Gods
We shall eat the cake of sustenance down to the final crumb
Everything will happen now in the right and perfect way
I now snuff out the hearth candle of new beginnings and I will never say another word
Heard
by God
finally
Because it
finally
has come
Our time.....
9/11/2016