𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 // 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎

This night, before waking
pretending to sleep
from you, escaping

a dream ceded my psyche
all stories of you betraying,
even in these fantasms
is you what I'm seeing

a wounder, a healer
these pains could you soften,
a beloved, a traitor
these dreams could you realism

Is you what I'm seeing
like misery afore masochism,
these walls about us
like confines between lovers

But this life, if you are forbidden
thusly are rhythms for the quite,
So are alike constellations laced
still disordered for the misanthrope

Some hearts even in silence
like fall foliages in autumn,
break apart in hues and cries
like melancholies named for seasons

Is you what I'm descrying
is you what I'll ever perceive,
like these stars, all descending tonight
all these zodiacs riving twilight