Our Realities


My imagination starts to linger to places I don’t want to think about.

My stomach turns upside down churning and

My heart drops.

You don’t want me, no one does.

This idea shatters me to a million tiny pieces

I will never be whole

In the infinite reality of self loathing.

In my dreams

You love me

We are oh, so happy.

I could never be better as

You tenderly kiss my forehead and tell me forever.

Time stops for us

In this too-good-to-be-true twisted reality.

The nightmare begins

Or is it just my life?

The facade explodes and

My dreams are pierced with the nightmare we call reality.


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