I fell in love with a dream,
and then I woke up.
It felt like a gut punch.
I wanted so badly for
the dream to be real,
but it wasn't.

The antonym for
dream is
reality.
And the reality
was
that she could
never love me
like I loved her.

inside again today
avoid the summer heat

nothing much to do
no one to defeat

if she called me I would run
to wherever we could meet

but I am not the one
so I walk the solo twilight street

                              whistling

Please read
My plead
I’m eating
Yet starving
Not here
But near
I’m dying
Not lying
I’m crying
Not flying
Help me
From me

When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Under a spotlight where everyone knew my name...
I was five.

Now, I want shadows and to be as far away as possible.
Hidden and far from consequence,
And even further from myself.
Where my name is not a name,
But just another word without any true meaning.

When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Now, I want to disappear.

I should have jumped overboard when I had the chance.