Pleasant dreams (poem)
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pleasant dreams (poem)
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peace is an illusion here
tell me you at least knew that
knew why my breath grows sharp
when you stare at me—
- stop staring.
I like you, you know
and I keep coming back for more
you laugh with me, smile
and listen without questions
but that doesn't change tonight
don't ask me for answers
when I wake more sharply
than my breath ever gets when awake
don't touch me, don't comfort
when I start shaking from dreams
peace is an illusion here
I'll give you a smile, drink tea
in small sips while you hover
- don't ask.
those were my nightmares, companions
you are my pleasant dreams