Every Bubble PopsA Poem by Tatiana RaudalesThis is a brief recap of my recent heartbreak. It's written in the form of a poetic letter to the one I loved.Dear S, Do I spend hours awake Tossing and turning in my bed Imagining various scenarios with you? Why Do I dream of the day You'd tell me you feel the same way? Why Can't I sleep at night? You're the first thing that comes to mind Every night before I lay down And even after I open my eyes I'm tired Of this feeling Hopelessly dreaming I had a dream where you came to me And confessed, but it was only a dream Waking up, I felt it was so real And undeniably hurtful to get out of bed I wanted to lay back down Close my eyes and see you again To touch your cheek, lean in close And gently press my lips against yours My dreams are the only way We'd ever be together But it's not enough Just dreaming hopelessly I told you how I felt You didn't feel the same So I cried, and I cried For weeks on end Months passed by And yet you still crossed my mind Before I went to sleep, after I woke up, While I sat at the dining table To enjoy my daily cereal Even when I showered, I cried Thinking about what could have been Dreaming again, foolish fantasies of romance That would never live past my awakening each day Bubbles are beautiful things That fly freely, transparent to the world But even the most beautiful bubbles pop Just as my dreams of you died away with time My love grew into hopeless reminiscence Of the days we spoke fondly to one another My dreams floated all around innocently Like the bubbles blown from a child's wand But bubbles aren't as clean as The soap solution they're born from They're tainted specks of glittering dreams That fly in the air as shells Mirrored shells that hide insecurities Even through transparency I could not see the flaws That would have blossomed If our love had grown But it stung when the bubbles Popped, splashing the reality In my naive eyes Sincerely, Panda
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