Wishful Thinking

Fantasy kissing the cheek of reality

was the birth of my mania.

The innate beauty of life is addicting to me,

and I underestimate the pain that comes with it.

I forget the company Pain keeps—

how Loneliness is a friend of a friend,

and just as deadly.

Those two make the world feel foreign.

And how fickle they are.

I surround myself with people

and still feel so alone.

The only cure I’ve heard to date

is to breathe on my own.

I’m measuring out my touch,

and I might’ve found a new addiction.

As my stillness comes to a close,

I’ve grown to like affection.

The smiles I get back,

the laughs I steal—

those are what I fall in love with.

I always end up breaking my heart,

chasing happiness at its heels.

I wish it all were more pleasant…

Song of the night – Atlas Hands by Benjamin Francis Leftwich (Thomas Jack Remix)

-AB