I fought so hard last night that I fell into oblivion.
Swarms of misconceptions fell to earth
and I was alone.
I never cherished that thought,
or the amount of peace it would bring to my mind.
But I know now that I want to be a part, a small instant,
of one fantasy in your dreams.
I know I see you when I sleep, but
I don't think you knew I was there.
I don't imagine you ever thought of me.
I don't think I'll ever get over you.
I wanted to smoke a pack of cigarettes to remind you
that you have no control over me.
You have no control. None over me.
I woke up this morning with five left in the box.
I don't imagine you ever thought of me.
I don't think I'll ever get over you.
And right now, I know I never would want to.
Author notes
I think Cody appreciates my poetry.
I wish I would let him read this one.
It means a lot to me.
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