Limbo

Heaven was my head laying on your lap, your fingers swimming through my hair, feeling the individual strands, hearing your murmurs of how soft it was. It was waking up the next day and you being the first thing I see, your face so serene with messy black hair in your eyes.

Hell was my mind boiling in the juices of own jealousy [being not the lamb but the leper], my spiked tongue lashing out at you for a seemed wrong, for falling in the arms of another. I would have given something, anything... everything to call you mine.

I knew where I once stood, where I was each time... but where am I now?