I stare into your kerosene eyes with great envy,
Knowing I should usurp the gold in your palms, that gold on your wrist,
And the gold wrapped around your deceitful heart.

Only in knowing your nightmares do your dreams taste so sweet,
But, Love, I'm only imagining.
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I am only imagining, as this concept is foreign.

You are never just a face in a box, you are the reason I'm straining out of my nightmares,
Because yesterday, you choked me until I woke full of life.

I want to taste the ***** on your breath.
I want to feel you give way to constructive reasoning.

But there exists such restriction,
Such impedance to my thousand day cardiac arrest, for which I got no trial,
And holding you back is truly the antithesis of joy,
And if not yours, then ever so selfishly, mine.

Regardless, I'm sick of holding it in.