Dreaming

of you

Image by Mary Gorobchenko from Pixabay

I’m dreaming of you.

You know who you are,

the one who leaves a scar.

The one who pulls me in,

blaming me for your sin.

I spend dark nights dreaming,

dreams that won’t leave me be,

as I claw myself up, barely getting free

through your dark abyss,

hands reaching towards light’s kiss.

Always.

Dreaming.

Spun softly in your world,

pieces of me fading like falling satin,

into obscurity, emotions flatten.

To grays and tans, void and dull,

as thoughts louden, my heart’s resentful.

Are you dreaming of me

with your wicked tongue?

Your words were sung

over the wounds down deep.

I can’t even get away from you in my sleep.

Never.

Waking.

Though my ears are wide open,

all I see is your mesmerizing eyes,