My eyelids heavy with sleep

I will dream of him no more

The visions I delighted in are futile,

infused with the poison of mirage

I was the one chasing

barefoot

oblivious

And he, merely a bystander

a witness to my struggles

as I entered a forbidden land

proffering a cocktail of lies

falsities, handed to myself

Drinking the drug of illusion

fuelling the fire of imagination

When really there is nothing more from him

no electricity

no interest

and no room left in my heart for misjudgement

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