I wish I could erase it all
Every kiss
Every hug
Every single touch
I have no control
Every time I close my eyes
I remember it all
The way you tasted
The way you felt
Things now hated
The way you made me melt
Now my biggest regret
Makes me hate you
Makes me hate myself
For how hard I fell
It's a hard story to tell
You were in my dreams last night
I woke up holding my pillow tight
This is not fair
Close my eyes again, I wouldn't dare
You will eternally be
My Beautiful Nightmare
About the Creator
Mercedes Chavez
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
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Gosh, this is so beautiful. Loved your poem!
This was so poignant and relatable. Loved your poem!