I lay here with a note
I received last week.
My heart hammers in my chest.
Since then, I got no rest .
Since then my brain has become
Dead.
My mind, thinking in depth.
Have I brought this on myself?
Am I that dumb not to think
Twice.
In my hand
The note reads:
If you're lost
I'll find you.
For this heart
Only beats for you.
'Cause I knew it from the day I saw you.
That I couldn't live without you.
~Alistair.
If he can't live without me,
Why the hell would he do this!?
I won't forget his kiss,
Trailing down my neck
His hands roaming all over
The chills down my spine.
The heat on my groin
The touch on my breast.
The marks that he left.
Claiming me
As his.
But I should've known
That he wasn't mine to keep
For, a week later
A beautiful woman in his arms
That he swept up
With his charms
And my heart he harmed.
Now he treats me like
The other maids.
Like we didn't have a connection
In his room that night.
When he took my innocence.
Now I'm not so innocent.
He said he loved me
And showered me with gifts.
I got the best room!
All the other maids were jealous
I felt like I was cloud nine.
And I forgot my mother's teachings.
I fell for that brat!
He took from me
What I can never get back.
And though it felt good,
The length of his-
And now in this room
I'm pronounced 'Misunderstood'.
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
