"it was just a dream," I whispered, wishing I'd woken up to a different reality.
actually, I'm usually happy to wake up to reality because I have stressful scenarios in my dreams a lot loll ALSO, I KEEP POSTING DRAFTS BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE MY POEMS ARENT AS GOOD RIGHT NOW IOAFOWIHGAKLGNAWGHOIWGH
a brand new balloon treasured by a naive child he tries his best to keep it safe but the wind carries it away the string drifting from his hands moving further and further into the sky and he can do nothing but watch
Tracing smoke with dry ice fingertips, I hold my breath and begin to float. The heat of a bellies past burden steams to my head, until I begin to rise.
No where to go, except everywhere I'm late, so I drift along a black and blue sky pretending to be a storm. Pressing clouds into my skin that slowly evaporate into recovery along the way.
Unconscious and shattered, I land where I've always been. Cloaked in dew drop kisses and pink morning yawns, I could pull the earth over my head just to snooze into eternity.
But there's a mouth at my neck, breathing sticky lies and humid affairs. Each whisper a grain of sand, filling my vision with a million fragments of fog. Blurring what ever I was and who ever I will become.
I drink shape shifting water that always refills as *****, lubricating contorted lust and pages that won't burn. Scraping scabs for clues and emptying all my pockets for loose change as a compass for hope.
Slippery slumber, the hot air rises to make room for cold confrontation and chilling truths. On every surface you'll find manic scribbles that feel like immortal truths bleeding from my fingertips, only to wake in silence with no resolution.
Just the melodic drone of recycled air from the AC.
You say you love me but I don't know for your love is like the winter's snow. Though I see you now just as you are your presence is like the morning star. I'll try and grasp what this could mean when a heart close to a mind has been.
Our feelings shared before made sense but now all fall back on the past tense. It seems as if we've been drifting apart and love's seeking to make a new start. We're both grateful we've had a chance to experience in our life love's romance. -------------------