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It wasn’t the two of us at the start.
Day turned to night,
and suddenly we couldn’t part.
From one of the many faces,
To one I could pick out from the crowd.
We weren’t sure of ourselves before,
But one thing’s for sure now.
We’re caught in the torrent —
We found ourselves headed to the deep end.
to those who’ve given it a chance
and the fruition of that given chance
These growing feelings were inexorable
As could be,
We were taken by surprise while
Our feet were soaking in the shallow tide.
We missed the sign of the creeping twilight, and
The span of the galaxy sprung on the horizon;
I swam with the innumerable stars ever more,
Engulfed in those boundless pools of obsidian eyes.
if black was romantic
C Cavierre Apr 2021
Have you ever seen
a car crash?
Would you ride
that same car
after turning back in time,
after seeing the future possibility?
Would you risk the tragedy?

You are the dream
forbidden to me—
too poignant, too peaceful—
too perfect to fall into;
but how could I dare,
dare I resist?
the only dream I’ve
ever wanted to fall into.

Certain that I don’t want to fall;
Certain that I want this.
Certain that I will fall;
Certain that I’m not fooled.
Certainly, the dream is everything;
and I’m certain everything will be ending.
C Cavierre Apr 2020
Aye, it’s not enough,
but I can’t give more,
for surely I’ll lose
what started this all
—so I must let go.
C Cavierre Feb 2020
Water dripping and starlight trickling,
angels of sleep appearing—
comfort-bringing in your dreaming,
puffing clouds and wish-fulfilling.

Peaceful sighs and darkened skies,
kindly and gentle moonlight—
harmless shadows under wings of white,
shielding your blissful night.

Cotton softness beneath your head,
feather-light dandelions around your bed—
silver rivers you imagined
lulling serenely toward land of rest.

Soothing, patting hand of hope
beckoning promises of tomorrow—
blessings awakening on your horizon,
fending unwanted future sorrows.
conjured this in the middle of a 12-hr night shift
C Cavierre Dec 2019
I’ve seen clearer eyes than his,
but there has never been
a sharper image of myself
reflected
back at me
than I see in his.
C Cavierre Jul 2019
I dream of love awakened,
Of love unconditional and unbroken
—All kinds I dreamt about—

But have I ever felt it in reality: Doused
In disappointment, I continue dreaming
—All night, all day, forever sleeping—

Of love eternal and enduring
—spared from ever waking.
sometimes, it’s not always so easy to dismiss the temptation of escaping into dreams. more than battles in reality, the one waged against unfulfilled desires can irrevocably tether someone to the safety of imagination with a force that cannot be measured or explained. it can become the perfect trap. it’s a deadly endeavor that many are vulnerable to.

to people whose wakeful hours are very painful,
it’s not up to us to judge. the pain you carry is immeasurable, and only you can really fathom it. however, you are stronger for it. give yourself all the chances you need in reality to prove it— because you deserve it. If anyone says otherwise, they don’t know better. only you do.

surprise yourself. and show reality who’s the boss.
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