dream

unaware
i realize
that you've been here
before
with me
of all things
you twist
into fantasy
of life
seen before
with me
i make it my own
and miss the pure innocence
of you

numb

weary

when for it to end

why

nomalacy is wanted

peace is wanted

you should leave

pain

darting

quickly darting
i see your face
fade to black

quickly darting
i smell the race
fade to black

not real
not true

blinding insignificance of
miserable lines
of nothing
that count
for naught

it is anguish

quickly

an insight

the buildup
generally does not warrant the release
what is agonized over

doesn't happen

and i still miss you
want is there

but i know
the climax

will not be as i wish
yet a fade

into not
hin


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