what causes them to defer our dreams? do they die when tucked away or is it simply hibernation by way of slumber? if i were to let my reveries stay that and nothing more, i could not possibly prefer wakefulness or be in favor of the times my eyes are…
i moved mountains for a wolf disguised as a
sheep. a boy — not a man — he allowed doors
to slam in my face and he never put his hand
around my waist, which always let me with a
all i ever dreamed of was the reassurance that
what he told me was the truth, but his actions
were deceitful so i became a sleuth.
i admired him from afar during a period of long
distance, and i came to understand that the
space between us existed way before we
spent the summer apart.
he claimed he threw his ex-girlfriend away
just so he could kiss me someday, but that
was part of the game he loved to play.
i came to see that
love bombing was at play,
so far away is where i chose to stay.