roses in the wintertime ✓

bad dream

❝ i was having a bad dream,
that i was walking the streets
in the dead of night
and nothing could warm me
— not even the street lights

i woke up and sighed in content
when i realised your hands were around my waist
and your lips were pressed in my hair

i slipped from your grasp
and tiptoed out of the house
you did not stir once
you did not feel the cold air lie in my absence

i strolled on with no sense of direction
and no sense of home

i learned to love the darkness
learned to appreciate the stars
and the galaxies
learned to accept the crisp air
and the way my hair flew behind me
learned to listen to the waves
and the words that came out of my mouth

i was having a bad dream,
your hands were around my waist
and your lips were pressed in my hair

i woke up and released a breath
when i realised i was walking the streets in the dead of night
with the fireflies
and a beautiful mind

and as i sat on the curb
i realised words did not come out of my mouth when i was with you
screams did. ❞

- A Change of Heart from Silence is the Loudest Language (unpublished)