Resisting to put you on my shit list
took time, which seems silly now
being that you seldom exist
outside a realm where you and I
reunite in a REM fueled fantasy
that always ends with you turning
away from me without hesitation.
with your enviable rekcless confinence.
Now all that remains is memory,
flicked away from the mind
and banished to the back of my head
only to surface in sleep, where
realize that your eyes will never
come too meet mine the same way
I still look at you
through these dream dazed, half-awake
moments where we replicate the first time
your liquid pools,
my evolving irises.
I become a cliché,
my love life ruined; no one else
ever comes close to that electricity.
So I find myself settling for less
with a lukewarm feeling
because I understood the best part of you
and you left by giving me the worst.
When I am awake I want to ask
if you knew what part of me was
the best part of me, too.