Hearing your voice in my mind,
Humming things there I can't parse,
Whispering things I can't claim,
Until I wake and speak your name.
It's warm on my tongue and a saccharine tone,
Yet sad,
So sad,
To speak into a paired night as though it were empty,
To feel so alone when one's not.
Loss always has a way of doing this,
Of making one feel
truly alone.
To feel you haunt my dreams,
A whisp of a memory,
Of a single night so tired I kept you,
I kept both of you,
And felt truly at peace.
And that memory haunted the grave,
My brain clouded by sleep
Reached for you in my most vulnerable state,
Begged for you not to go in a pitiful way,
I heard your voice in my dreams last night, and I can't help but feel ashamed, misunderstood.
I can't place why I feel so alone now,
When you're right there.
When it's the right choice.
I heard your voice in my dreams last night, and I can't understand why.
I heard your voice in my dreams last night and I felt a loss so surpressed that it could only force itself out of me in the land of the subconscious, when the dreams release the desires kept.
I heard your voice in my dreams last night, and I hope to hear it again, because maybe then you'll believe the depth of my despairs.
I heard your voice in my dreams last night, and I have to pretend I didn't, I have to move on and hope I recover, I have to live with the desire and cope with the unrequited.
I heard your voice in my dreams last night.
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PoetryVent poetry It's frowned upon putting your heart on your sleeve with such a weak code like a three number pin. For both of our sakes I hope you aren't the type to spend your time digging your claws in and working to decode someone else's words an...
