He Is Beautiful

by The Hills Have Eyes

A poem written in Oliver's POV. Sequel to "Toungue Ring".

He Is Beautiful

Who will wash the sheets

Now that he's gone

I still haven't done it yet

I wait for him

I stand alone

No one will ever touch me

No one will want to touch me

My sheets are stained

I need to wash them

When will I get around to it

I never will.

All I will do is lay on the bed.

On top of the sheets

And wait for him to come back

Why did he leave

I should have gone with him

Regret

I hate myself

I want to die

I want to become a shadow at night.

And follow him where he goes

I miss him

And no one will ever touch me.

But he is beautiful