Poetry

#20 Reality’s bite

Days come
& thoughts of you
never go.

I run around
in arbitrary lines of time
trying to drown you
in hot coffee cups,
in half-hearted smiles,
in loud, overconscious laughs;
always attempting to wake up
from this dream of
not being found with you.

I have grown numb
to Reality’s bites.

Days come and I stay so high
in love- yours, mine, ours,
it doesn’t matter, should it matter?
It is gone now.
Please go now.
Take it all away with you now.


Wrote this with Melodrama’s The Louvre, Writer in the Dark, and The Supercut on repeat.
Photography unknown.

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