short golden locks fall softly on a crinkled white pillowcase. the gentle rise and fall of your chest makes the hairs dance. early morning light washes your face clean of the visage i first saw last night. peaceful in your illusioned bliss you sleep and dream dreams no longer any different than reality as far as you are concerned. watching you be so careless and secure i cant help but choke on the guilt in my throat and be churned by reality; i discovered too late. i betrayed you i betrayed myself. i want to say i'm sorry for the pain i have caused you and the pain i will undoubtedly cause you again, but i can't. my eyes tear. i squeeze them shut, hoping that when they reopen everything will be how it should have been. the rays of the yellow sun, bright and cheerful, do not ease the hatred i feel for myself, nor quell the regret that escapes my lips in quiet sobs. you lay still, simple, silent. i wrestle with the turmoil that rose with the dawn and spawned in the dark.
Reason for writing:
this may not be the most fluid of poems... it was originally an essay of sorts. if you care to know more about it, e-mail me.
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