I keep dreaming
of the stars
I'm made of
of the skies
I look up to
of the minds
I've witnessed
and played with
and spoken to,
the ones I've touched
and regretted so.
Letting go
of time
and memories
that grew with me
like roots of trees
ducking all travesties
digging away at the soil.
I pluck them and forget them,
until ****
spews out the gaping hole
it left
that night
the night,
when I kept sweating
weeping
rolling
uncomfortably
in bed
the night
I tried
to keep you,
keep you close,
close to my heart.
Until I stopped dreaming
of what pained me the most;
my desire
to treasure you.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 1:19 PM UTC
I keep dreaming
of the stars
I'm made of
of the skies
I look up to
of the minds
I've witnessed
and played with
and spoken to,
the ones I've touched
and regretted so.
Letting go
of time
and memories
that grew with me
like roots of trees
ducking all travesties
digging away at the soil.
I pluck them and forget them,
until ****
spews out the gaping hole
it left
that night
the night,
when I kept sweating
weeping
rolling
uncomfortably
in bed
the night
I tried
to keep you,
keep you close,
close to my heart.
Until I stopped dreaming
of what pained me the most;
my desire
to treasure you.
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