I fell in love with a dream,
and then I woke up.
It felt like a gut punch.
I wanted so badly for
the dream to be real,
but it wasn't.

The antonym for
dream is
reality.
And the reality
was
that she could
never love me
like I loved her.

I wander
Around my
Tiny corner
Rolled out
(Then up)
Each day,
Watching should-haves,
And want-tos,
And why-can’ts,
And but...but...buts,
Rise up
Around me,
Making corners,
And alleys,
And dead ends,
That I mistake
For me
Until remembering
“I”
Is just
Another
Edge
To wander.

I come I go
too shamed to stay
too ashamed to say
I love you
So
Much
More
Each day’s
A blue ray
red then yellow
too the purple’s new
I knew you once I
Ask you now
Please leave
Stay
I pray
A new beginning a
New way
less of the hay
swing and sway
I say I say
What a pretty pretty day
miss you much
In sun we trust
mud is mush
hush to rush
The sands of time
Carry too much
Blow sweet wind
Quell thine urge
Is thirst
To the cactus now
Mush mush
Mush mush

JMCole