Mistake -A Poem

“Mistake”

smoke of my hallucinations. of you. all that remains.

but it’s the worst rush of my life. 

it feels like it never began at all. 

I coddle what is left to ruminate. 

it’s whatever you gave to me in shards

that slashed my skin and added jagged scars.

when the knife pricked my fingertip

I forgave you. 

my torment exists to be tolerated. not weakened.

what I need in satisfaction proves to be disheartening. 

there’s hunger for solace in the disparity. 

if it never chooses to define itself, it’s volatile. I’m satiated. 

deep down you’re also a lost cause. 

but I know the uneasiness. it’s a habit.

and the cycle will start once more. 

maybe you’ll continue to mutilate me, 

and I’ll allow you. 

and label it my own mistake. again.

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Dream Lover—A Poem

“Dream Lover”–A poem

seeing my past in your eyes.

they ask if I’ve been feeling alone.

telling me I want to go back to my lover.

am I allowed to lie, when I never intended to?

“why do you spend your time here, anyway?

why do you choose to hang on?”

only nostalgia decides to drown in buoyancy.

maybe it’s the layers of comfort, woven together

that teasingly lure.

they tell me I won’t be punished

for seeking past comfort.

the same kind I rarely share with anyone else.

I think of the path we took at night,

to a dingy elevator with grimy buttons,

to a hushed floor of placid walls,

to share the pattern of false identities, promises, hopes,

where we kissed the delicacy of a few months away

and smiled to relive the act of wanting the same.

until abandonment breathed down your neck, and snuck into your bewildered heart.

so, dream lover,

do you smile at night with me because you have the time now?

because you’re only inches away now? like you promised all that time ago?

with the havoc that never simmered

and its claws that dug into fervency,

there’s wine staining your lips again. blank lies, or a trove of truth?

why did we try?

why did I ask you to try,

on the greyest day of the week,

when we shared our sacred goodbyes?

you’re only cemented in my dreams now.

when I ask to be held, only my dream lover

answers. and it’s always you.

why did you decide to be my dream lover?

why do you remain that way?

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