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 used to play hide and seek but

instead of counting by number

in a slow manner i’d say,

“1, 2… skip a few!

99… 100!”

and off i’d go

on an escapade

in search of

those who were hiding.

nowadays,

i find myself searching for

people i will never…

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

sour-in-my-mouth taste.

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.