Daydreamers, A Poem✔️

Epilogue

If my love is impossible,

I'd rather be a mystery.

I am the ocean—

Endless, devouring, and unforgivably unreal.

Don't you see it?

Together,

We are worth fighting for—

Nothing worthwhile comes easy. 

If my story wasn't right;

I'd rather lie.

I am the desert—

Angry, never-ending, and lethal.

I am passion.

Don't you see it?

I am—

This story's casualty. 

If my name is a memory;

I'd rather forget.

I am the daydreamer—

Fantastical, disturbing, and unreliable.

These aren't my tears.

Don't you see it?

My favorite flavor of anguish—

Is a tragedy.