How Now Are We

This is quite the dilemma I’ve found myself in
Back and forth simultaneously
Is it really possible
This, I can see, will rip me in two

I dreamed of you
Last night
Often dreamt in color
Beautiful words in action
But they aren’t beautiful dreams
There won’t be anymore dreams

A dangerous game we played
Fire—gives life/passion
I came so close to getting warm
Never burned—I live in flame
But I still feel nothing
No guilt, sadness
Just numb and my erratic flying thoughts

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