it's been 2 weeks since i came to the decision that it was time for you to leave my life,
but the dreams haven't stopped there
some are sad,
some you're angry with meand some feel real,
like it actuallybut some,
i'm floating and happyit feels pleasurable,
and
the kisses you gave me,that come crawling into my dreams,
kissing my back,
and i feel the wetness of your lipswe have had sex many times,
but never in real lifei'm still trying to forget you,
buti don't want you to be gone,
tonight,
i know you will visit me in my dreamsbut do you ever dream about me?
and are they good like mine?
YOU ARE READING
jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?