My feelings for you are like going to sleep after a horror movie.
I expected this nightmare’s return, but am still surprised by it, reappearing so abruptly.
No matter my efforts, a dream this shall never become.
Stuck in my imagination for eternity, and then some.

No matter how many stanzas
No matter how many pages
I write, I ponder, but my canvas
Does not bring the relief that made me engage.

No matter how many sleepless nights
No matter how many years
It never feels quite… right.
I conclude that I’ll never get to hold you, my dear.

There is no cure
For this torture.