Darkest Nightmare

Darkest Nightmare

A Poem by Alexis Ortega

I wish you'd believe me when I say I still love you,
that every night I dream about you,

being next to you, breathing you in, 
letting you gather me into your arms while I cry. 

When I wake up I reach for you 
but you're never there,

even the sweetest dream of us, of you
becomes my darkest nightmare. 

I never cried before I met you, I had all these walls put up,
wore the fakest smile, put on the best act

never let my guard down long enough for someone to see through the facade
But then you came along, 

I didn't see it right away, maybe I never did 
because then I wouldn't have let you get close, 

I would have pushed you away, like I did everyone else. 
You broke down the walls, you made me week, 

you took all the pain, all the memories away, fought them off. 
Replaced the darkness with promises of happiness,

promises of a shared tomorrow.
Now you're gone and I'm helpless, empty.

I can't face yesterday, can't face reality, can't fight back anymore. 
I'm useless, afraid, alone. 

I told you, you could never fix me, I told you not to even try. 
You should've listened when I begged you to leave

Instead you ignored my silent plea,
Now I'm worse off than I was before.

I need you like heroin addicts need morphine in their veins, 
withdrawal from you could very well be my cause of death.

They say things get worse before they can get better.
But I just don't have the strength I once did,

strength to live off memories of our bittersweet tragedy.
The strength to keep fighting this war against myself.

© 2010 Alexis Ortega


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weak, not week...but i overall love this

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Alexis Ortega

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