Last night I kissed your lips in my dream, only to taste regret on your tongue. Your cold gaze spoke volumes when our lips withdrew. Because it was then,love when I knew that our paths shouldn’t have ever crossed. Our bodies shouldn’t have ever been introduced. Our souls should have never collided. I clung to you so tightly, that when I woke up, I could still smell your scent embedded in the threads of my shirt. But even my dreaming mind knew that your heart belonged to someone else. Still tasting the bitter rejection on my face, the salty tears I erased with the hand I held against my shattered heart. Still facing the rejection that I just couldn’t escape from, even as I slept. Tossing over on the sheets of which I savored your aroma from those nights in my bed, When you slumbered so deeply. But even my yearning body knew that your heart belonged to someone else. Someone should’ve told me that rejection was for my own protection, Because now I realize that I was only the cause of an *******, Not arousing from your heart, but from your lower section; The product of a connection lacking affection. So now, I wash my sheets of you, to rid the bitter stench of lust that was left behind. Because even my bed knew that your heart belonged to someone else.