My dreams
Aren't dreams
Anymore,
If you
Could call them
'Dreams'
In the first place.
They're fragments
Of a wish
That I didn't realize
I made
In the first place.
Each piece
Has hardened,
And sharpened,
And hollowed out
My chest.
I don't know if
There was
A heart there
In the first place.
My lips pucker
And I miss
My obliviousness
To the things
I was missing,
Those feelings
I never felt
In the first place.
Nostalgia reigns me in
To memories
I never made
In the first place.
And now I'm stuck
In a house
I never called home
In the first place
