Dreams are supposed to be wishes of your heart,
I feel they’re more like truths you can’t escape.
I suppose it’s not enough that I’ve succumbed to memories I can’t ignore,
now your presence decides exists in my dreams too.
I’ve fought your image with my pride and I’ve become exhausted.
The truth is painfully obvious-
I leave your tongue and thoughts bitter
and you leave me shattered.
Perhaps our kisses were malignant,
and any romance with you would’ve been malevolent-
With you, I still would’ve been happy.
If you asked me, I’d be yours;
the reality,
you never wanted me.
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