[Scribbles]

[dark_viaticum]

If this were someone
else's dream,
this headache
would go away.

I cannot change
this person,
separate them
from their character
and horrid
temperament.

I wish I could,
but I cannot,
so I can only
advise to put
the glass of wine
down.

Put the biscuit
box on a shelf,
away from hands
lightly oiled
and crumbed.

And take one
capsule daily
until colour
returns to cheeks.

There is no pride
in ignorance.
Happiness, perhaps,
but not actualization,
not prolonged health.

Relieve feet
from weight
and stress.
Standing still
is too painful,
but it is all that I like.

Softness is smooth
and warm,
a hushed sigh
in the night,
a heavy breath
in the day.

If this were someone
else's dream,
I would hope
they liked me like this.