To Hell and Back

He sauntered up to me, stared straight in my face,

with a smirk on his and proceeded to tell me

to go to directly hell!

I was taken aback, but definitely not shocked

since he had been leading me there by the hand,

so I shrugged and replied , "oh well."

Without a trace of malice, I leaned into him,

took both of his hands and on his cheek,

I gently planted my sweetest kiss.

Now he was shocked, for his words hadn't succeeded

in finding its target, so I whispered to him saying

listen, for these words you shouldn't miss.

Hell has been my humble abode for quite awhile,

since it was you who gave me an extended lease

for being so hellbent on loving you.

I stood constantly on the hot coals of degradation

where I caught hell while trying to find a

hint of your love, just one damn clue.

I was hellbound when I started to love the very thought

of you and spent my nights in the pits of hell

wondering why no love you had to return.

Like a hellhound I would chase after your scent

dancing through the fire, singeing my heart,

ignoring the rejection, feeling the burn.

Hellacious was my pursuit, as I was hellbent

to win your affections, knowing you cared not

that I was in a hell of lot of consuming pain

You played the devil's advocate as you crept

into the crevices of the deepest recesses of

my mind and your hellish ways infested my brain.

Those times, just for the hell of it, you taunted

and teased, offering a semblance of devotion,

then watched me as I would hungrily smile.

Cravings for you pinned me in a private hellhole

where I would cuddled with your damnation,

holding on to my need for you, torched and vile.

So now, you want to look at me and commit me to hell,

knowing that's where I made my bed just

by giving you my love all this time.

I've been to hell and back, so take it from

this hellcat, your words are not longer spit worthy

and you sure as hell are not longer worth my dime.

MARJORIE JOYCE LESLIE

01/17/09