22 July 2011

Dreams from my darkest

Don’t ask me at 3 a.m. 
– when I’m weakest, 
with almost no will of my own – 

what sacrifices I would make 
to have you back, 
to see you smile.

Give me time 

to shake off the memory 
of you and then, 

nothing will bend me – 
I will not break. 

When dawn breaks, 
the magic of you 
(almost) fades away.