Paranoia
It must at least felt like a lullaby—
the way his lips uttered me, "good night
but if it was made to send me off to sleep,
then why does it sound like a "goodbye"?
If it was for the hope of another night
where our tale would end no more
then why does its sound sting so much;
how could those two words hurt me so?
Is this the paranoia of seeing you go
and waiting still for a year or two again
where you need my oasis once more
to heal your heart that was then broken?
If hope was your "good night" and was made for I to smile
then why does it hurt so bad and sound like your "goodbye?"
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
