idiot(ic dreams)

Perfect illusion
in the mirror of the mind
a cake I could devour
over and over

Astonishing, conforting fiction
your whispers shaking destiny
making my knees weak
of mere facade

The moment I saw you
I knew
I mistake sugar for salt

I had never felt
so out of place
in my own home
accompanied by a stanger
I exchanged my safety for

In secret
I wrote to myself
a confession
      a war cry
      to stop lying
      to myself

      everything
            fell
                  into place
                        faster
                  and
            better
      when you left
my heart as well

thank you


8/10/2025