fuck reality

you leave me pining
hanging on an instance
and a burning yearning
concerning only holding you.

and though i know
that you stole it from brak show
that binary poem
stole me.

and here i would usually
write a stanza
that painfully depicts reality
but fuck reality

reality has no place
in my heart
which soars in a world
of imagination

i 1010010011 you too.

am pm

you told me to
forget that it happened

but i will never forget

the way you stalled
and waited

the way i was nervous
and anticipated

how you opened your door
but you turned back for more

and then how i pushed you away


i will never forget

how it felt
when you sent my heart racing

how i loved
that my ears were blazing

how i never looked back
and disappeared into the night so black

i will hold on to this forever

a glimpse of what could have been.