Dependent on a Dream

You used me.

Used me and abused me.

You were the hardest dream; you were ruthless, yet

I held you close.

 

I clung,

as I still cling now.

And if you drive me mad, there’s nothing

I would rather drown for.

 

I burned.

Your fires tore down my defences

even as they wooed my heart. I was water,

too weak, and I steamed.

 

I floated:

the flight before the fall.

You push me and I tumble

back into your embrace.

 

You clutch at me.

Your claws are painful, sharp...

My blood might flow

but I don’t resist.

 

And without enough self-worth I stay.

The cycle repeats itself.

Dependent on a dream.

What have you done to me?

The End

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