Impostor
when you can’t have who you want…
I want you, he whispered in my ear
Warm breath igniting a trail of tiny fires
His need mirroring mine
But not for him, for you
Eyes closed, arching into his warmth
that I silently wished was yours
Your words his, his voice yours
But you don’t see me
Eyes closed, lips uttering vain prayers
That this moment was ours
Your lips his, his hands yours
But you don’t see me
Eyes closed, exhaling staggered pleas
The cold rapture of the impostor
Not really his, not really yours
Because you don’t see me
Author’s Note №1
Support my java habit by buying me a cup of coffee (or a glass of wine).
Author’s Note №2
It would mean the world to me if you would stop by to view my photography gallery.
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Jenita Lawal is a writer, traveler, amateur photographer, entrepreneur, and mother. After 20+years of living the American Dream, she sold everything and packed her suitcases to pursue the life of her dreams. She lives abroad in Mexico with her three teenage boys and loves exploring whenever there’s an opportunity. She’s on Instagram @jlawal_atw.
