The kind of fantasies
I suffer from
Involve no superpowers or sex
Rather some words said with true intent
And lips met without regrets
I think of you while
Fixing my hair under windy skies
Or kicking away a blanket
Wading through a soulless night
Enveloped in your absence
Struggling with invisible ties
And stop for a smoke
When i realize
You don’t
Blessed with the rage
Of blood moons lost
Unrest of tidal waves
Ebbing in love for naught
Suffering through an existence
Where you are sold and bought
While you chose them
Daydreams were all I got
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