I keep on dreaming of you,
from the way on how you take care of me,
the way on how you remember everything about me,
to the way on how you break my heart into pieces.
We kept our memories like an embroidery cloth,
funny how I still remember them vividly,
whilst you burn and bury them.
We hide them until the winds blew it away.
From the letters that I try to send to,
I try to keep the ink bleeding,
I tried to make those words come alive,
but as I write them,
the ink bleed dry.
I keep on dreaming you,
from the way you love me,
to the way you wish me dead.
And I woke up burning in fire.
--
"Nightmare"
Originally written: April 25, 2024
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