Is this the murder of the dreams
I build for us, one by one.
The conclusion of our union,
A vision of us solely within my head.
I never had the opportunity to untangle myself from love,
Rather, I dragged myself away and on.
When the morning comes
you're still in my head but it's so so numb.
In shame, I cloaked myself,
Won't blame you, even sometimes i think you hate me.
All I proffered was affection and love
Yet, in return, you gave me poetic verses.
~22.11.23
