I wake up still dreaming
in a nightmare not quite my own,
she telling me what she needed to do
after we parted ways after the bar,
her need to find another partner
to complete only what
my imagination had
envisioned for me,
as if I had put out another fire
and pretended I was someone
who I am not,
she seeking out the most
dangerous person she could find,
to work something out she could not
work out with me,
while listening I
ache
both wishing I was as bad as he was
so she would work it out
with me,
having no right to feel the way I do,
and yet feeling that way anyway.
It's only a working things out fuck,
she said
nonchalantly,
while I pray to wake up.
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