All I can do is dream

and sink deeper and deeper

into the soft embrace

of the cotton on my face,

lying in a pool of

self deprecation and hate.

Regret takes my heart

captive and choked

me until it was inactive,

her love is radioactive,

I need to get past this.

The wetness finally

subsides and she has vanished,

waiting patiently until

I let her gain control

of my thoughts again.

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11/26/21

2:19 AM