The One

I woke up in a dream and you were all I saw. Saw you beside me, your hand in mine, your lips pursed. Pursed as though ready for the kill.

You gripped my soul and wrapped my heart in the shame of loving you. You, a metaphor for perfection. Perfection’s sweet kiss upon mortal lips.

I found myself living in the fantasy of the thing that could never be.

Something.

 

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