Fading

Every woman wants to be someone’s everything.

I do.

I want him.

I love him.

I want to be his Heaven.

I want to be his Elysian Fields.

I want to be his Valhalla.

I worry I am not.

Let’s face it!

I am not those. 

I am his Hell.

His Hades.

His Niflheim.

I fear my light is fading.

I fear the darkness may be consuming.

I am fading.