Reflections, and imaginary conversations
Close fitting clothes and coffee in a warm place
Daydreams unending, continuing over days
Alone in my head, talking to you.
Confessing my feelings, my thoughts and desires
Living out my fantasies and my fears
Opening up to you and to myself
Without even needing you to be here.
So vivid sometimes I can’t sleep,
So potent sometimes I can’t think,
When it’s you and me and no one else
And it’s really only just me.
It’s a need and an addiction
A substitute for intimacy
A safe-space for my emotions
Where only I could really hurt me.
My sensitivities are brought to surface
My fragile ego realizes it’s pains
My weaknesses and repressions, illuminate
And I see through my baby-brain.
It’s me and you at you-know-where
We’re playing freely without care
We’re pretending, so we can feel
Like Disney-land is really real.
Poems and Short Stories 