Casandra.
The very name of love.
The name given to a goddess born to Aphrodite
In the world no other woman would do to appease my hunger.
The woman named Casandra is my only love.
But she still loves another.
My heart aches as I write this to no avail.
And my mind flows with jealousy and anguish
This is because I wish I could love her like he once loved her.
Softly and tenderly.
I wish I could show her how much I love her through words,
But this never seems to happen.
My tears hold no place
My kisses dont affect her in any way.
My love invokes no desire to be with me anymore.
I wish I could love her like he once did.
Casandra, I love you.
And I know he was a better boyfriend than I am.
I love you.















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