eighteenth post: i dreamed you a metaphor & memory.

[kreativityy]

I dreamed you a metaphor
 of isolation and of truth.
Your snow capped fingertips
melted at the touch of spring
  on my skin,

and i brought you into my world.

I dreamed you a metaphor
 of love and of freedom.
Your voice echoed in beats
to the harmony of
 my heart

and we wrote our own symphony.

I dreamed you a metaphor
 of promise and of a future.
The way you smiled imprinted
itself into my
  simple mind,

and i dreamed sweet memories
    lost in my imagination.

I dreamed you a metaphor
 of committment and of life.
But the heartbeat wandered
   and lost itself in another.

I dreamed you a metaphor
 of loss and of sorrow.
The lament in my heart
not as strong as the
 bottle in your hand -

and I cried.

You said you cared and compromised
 my sanity,
  and my heart.

With broken nightmares, I lie
  awake, seeing your face
 and touching only soft pillow
  which teleports me -
     as you elude me -
   then i'm lost again.

This time, I don't know
 what consumes me:
 my lullaby of guilt,
  or your voice of redemption,
and for a second,
 i
  am
   falling
    again...

into my bed,
surrounded with invisible letters
  and the scent of your heart.

you told me you would forget
     and here i am -
     cursed to remember.