There was a glowing, a burning
Coming from your chest.
At first I worried you were dying
But then I realized at last
That you were coming to life,
Your cavity filling with love.
The burn was passion
Growing large
It encased your soul and being.
Your eyes had gone from empty
To brimming with a new understanding.
You could see the world
And what it could give
If you opened your arms wide enough.
Even in your smile
Was a new warmth emanating your calling
To give love
And feel the reverberations of life
That pulsed in your veins
And beat against my skin as you held me close.

I made a mistake.
I mistook your affection for love,
Your loneliness for devotion.

I was in the palm of your hand,
A puppet on a string.
I craved your attention
And longed for your warmth.

You led me to believe
That I was the center of your universe.

In a very sad reality,
I was just a speck of dust floating through your galaxy.
You shone with the brilliance of a supernova,
Until you let me down.

You began to crumble under my feet like an old bridge.
Your devotion was obsolete,
Your affection a product of fickle desire.
I finally saw through the thin veil you hid behind.

Your eyes were empty,
Lacking passion and romance.
Your words were worthless,
Like a dim buzz in the distance.

I made the mistake of caring for you,
For getting too caught up.
I look back on this and get chills of regret.
I mistook your tenderness for a true love,
When really it was all in vain.

This morning I awoke slightly hollow.
I had seen you in my dreams.
The reunion of us was not sad, but not merry either.
It has been the only time you have held me in so long,
That I had almost forgotten how comforting it was.
The look in your eyes was almost sorry,
As if you could tell how conflicted I was.
I did not want to let go,
In both a sense of letting go and having you take ahold of me again,
But also not wanting you to stop embracing me.
If I did not remember this dream,
I still would have woken up hollow.
I would feel the slight ache in my chest,
The light pressure behind my eyes.
And I wouldn’t understand.
I almost wish I didn’t remember,
So I would not sit here
Thinking about what was,
And reminiscing what we were.
It aches,
And I cannot stop it.
Dreams are supposed to be happy,
But now when you enter mine
I only wake with a sense of sorrow.
I cannot escape it,
Because it is in my head.
You are in my head.
And even when I sleep,
You are there.
And when I wake…. you have not left.