For a moment,
I was everything.
As we danced,
He spoke in sonnets,
promised castles and constellations.
I believed.
But when the music died,
so did he.
The stars blinked out,
the castle never was.
And I returned
to my table,
to my silence,
to a world that never danced.
With nothing in my hands
but the weight
of hollow words
spoken in fluent dreams.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 2:09 AM UTC
For a moment,
I was everything.
As we danced,
He spoke in sonnets,
promised castles and constellations.
I believed.
But when the music died,
so did he.
The stars blinked out,
the castle never was.
And I returned
to my table,
to my silence,
to a world that never danced.
With nothing in my hands
but the weight
of hollow words
spoken in fluent dreams.
Some men don’t love you. They just know how to speak fluently in dreams.
Request permission to use this poem