- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Phantasmagoria.
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How can you be mad at me?
you're a figment of my fantasy.
Albeit; a beneficial part of me,
you still lack substantiality.
A Diva I created,
while my mind was pixilated.
My lust for you abated,
once my urge was satiated.
You tell me your not done with me
as your toying with my sanity.
I tell you it's not meant to be
and you dangle my reality.
I don't understand at all,
our love was metaphysical
and yet you dance around my head.
Is this my penance 'til I'm dead?
A one night stand with my hand
was all I cared about,
and yet, in my head your lingering.
GET OUT!
GET OUT!
GET OUT!
I will admit it seemed so real
as I imagined your visage.
But visions, they became surreal
as I'm haunted by your mirage.
I revelled in euphoria.
My mind a Phantasmagoria,
Images of the woman I imagined you to be.
But you're not real.
You don't feel.
You're just a fantasy.
QUIT HAUNTING ME!
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