The Dreams In His Eyes
I vanish in the whirr of dreams in your eyes,
The death masses swallowing me whole,
Masked in your elegant form,
A glistening conviction I cannot dare to obtain
Woe be the paths to your chiseled love,
For the principles of your life smother me,
Kill me…enchant me
As I feed upon the emptiness you have mastered
You groan as I hold on to that dream…
That dream flooding in his innocent eyes
You grip me, and tug me away,
As I cry out for him, farther and farther gone…
And I realize then,
That you have shown me,
The dreams in his eyes,
Were not his own…
But were mine, reflecting back at me…
Irrational conviction!!!
Disgusting…
Pathetic…
Daunting…
Low.
I stare up at the black ceiling of reality
The mirrors cannot lie:
I am torn to shreds by your absolute love
And I cannot say goodbye
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015
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