Broken Dreams
Oh look, surprise-surprise, it’s just as I suspected;
Just as I foresaw it would turn out –
You have already forgotten my face,
Erased me from your mind as if I were but a picture,
Or merely a dream, made of cloud and moonbeams
You have cast me aside, gently but with brutal ease –
And now I recline on the scrapheap, weeping,
But with a smile on my face, at the recollection of your beauty
And the knowledge that though you have forsaken me
Still I had you for a little while...
Held you inside me, in my warm crimson core,
And claimed a tiny piece of your soul
So though this pain is growing, and blinding me with agony,
And though I am plagued by insomnia,
By the incandescent yearning for your skin, your smile –
Yet still a deep part of me is happy and content
Because I lived out my fantasy, though it was brief,
And I kissed the living embodiment of my most ardent dreams...
So though the dream broke, shattered, cut my soul to shreds –
Still it was a greater gift than I ever hoped to receive;
And I will cherish it, for the rest of my wistful, melancholic life...
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