Page 51 of Painting Her Fate

Ford-Time to get over that Death Eater of an ex. How long has it been now?

Yep. This is the Ford I’ve always known, blunt as hell. A new slew of texts came in about an hour ago.

Ford- I took care of Hank, you know, because you’re not home.

Ford- You stay the night at her place?

Ford-You did, didn’t you?

Ford-Were you a good boy and let her have it?

Ford-Could you even get it up?

This bastard… forever playing games and trying to piss me off.

Ford-I’ll be at the cookout- tell me then.

Ford- Better yet, bring Lili along.

Ford- She will tell me the truth.

I shake my head and chuckle at that last one. Lili wouldn’t want to hang out with my crazy family.Would she?She has enough going on.

Sighing, I stand, send Ford a quick, ‘See you later’, because if I send anything more than that- he wins. I’m not egging the fucker on. A dash of inspiration strikes me then.

Finding a lined notebook and pen on her stand, I write a note- conveying with words my true meaning what I haven’t had the balls to voice aloud. As I write this, I sense my muse in the other room- she calls to me now.

Lili.

Taking a breath, I let go and watch the poem form, the secrets of my mind coming alive on parchment. Let’s hope I’m not too rusty; it’s been a minute since I’ve written. I think this one I’ll treat as a haiku.

Alright Zander let’s not fuck this up.

Dearest Lili, if this is to make it to you, know that these words, right now, forever, and always, be true. -Alexander

-My Modern-Day Goddess-

Incredibly fierce

My Goddess Aphrodite

Mistress of beauty

Mesmerizing thee

Sweet siren of mystery

Captured by thine eyes

Taken with your touch

Even now, I miss it much

I’m hooked on this drug

Knocking on your door

I’ve had a taste and need more

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