Poetry

I dreamed of your eyes
you looking at me
I dreamed of your smile
You said I was pretty
You cupping my cheek
Touching me gently
Tilting your head
Leaning in to kiss me

I was smiling in my sleep
My heart was warmed
I was helpless and weak
And then I awoke
Feeling empty and depleted

So sad I was with sleep in my eyes
Tears that followed
I pounded my fists with despise

It was bittersweet, my love
Cause you were “my” true love
But I am not yours