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I dreamed

            that fantasy I've kept

in denial. I cannot

be at that state

of infatuated bliss.

You,

            are just an

embodiment of masculine

pheromones.

I woke

            wishing to relive

that intoxication

- drunken by your melancholy.

You,

            coincidentally,

an epitome of all past

inflicted tortures.

I swallowed,

            my faith in my own

could never be justified.

Reality bites,

            reality shoves,

headfirst. Like a slap in the face.

I can only dream.

I can only wish.

Reality says:

            I should never hope.//

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