• Maelstrom Magazine


I dream of them

I dream of me

And the wonderful world

That could never be

They’re with another

I’m in the rain

They have comfort

I have pain

Many nights I lay awake

Trying my best to heal

But that very next day

I’m reminded all is real

They see me and ask

“Is everything good?

You’ve been seeming down.”

(Of course they would)

They can make me laugh

But because of them I’ve cried

They bring me immeasurable happiness

But everything, I try to hide

I don’t want them to worry

I don’t want them to know

The person helping me

Is the cause of my sorrow

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