Vents Hidden in Verse

cold sweat 🎶

A/N:
mood: enraged.

🎶 currently playing: Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan 🎶

written April 17th, 2024 at 12:00 P.M.

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cold sweat shock,
shooting up from the sheets.
the terrors from your mind
too loud for you to sleep.

look to your left,
look to your right,
who's there?

what's it like being one to a bed?

regardless of your escape attempts,
you're trapped in a college city,
doomed to see what could have been
when you least expect it.

well, aren't i a vision?
and weren't we a fever dream?

when i see your face,
i am reminded of nights in your car
giving you parts of me
i was unaware i could offer so easily.

unfortunately for me,
i've been cursed with
the return to indifference
from our love affair.

but unfortunately for you,
you've been cursed with
the sight of me getting all i deserve.

that thought is more delicious
than any bitterness i have reserved
from our history.

i hope you envision me.
unable to wake in a cold sweat
as thoughts of me take the role of caffeine,
keeping both heads alert and racing
as i always did.

phantom touches from a fantasy,
a version of me you must conjure up.
run your hands down yourself
while i run my hands along another.

i allude you.
the beauty out of a book,
the theatricality of it all,
the colors of what life could have been.

watch as i take all i desire,
grabbing life by the reigns
with others by my side.

and hear, "i told you so"
ring through your ears
forevermore.