Delude Me

An angsty little love poem about dreaming

“When.”
The insufferable confidence in just one tiny little word
Shakes me

I know that the freezing fingers of fate giggle as she brushes my lips
And maybe I think too much, too often, my mind spinning in endless irrational circles
But don’t we all just want a “when”?

You tell me with such calm, “when we live together,” as if it’s simply a statement of fact
“When we get older”
“When I see you again.”

You say it with ease, as if the winds will blow and the sun will rise and your hand will remain in mine

And so, somehow, “if” became “when”

But today you asked me, “when we break up, what will I be to you?”

Nothing really changed, of course not,

We’re young and stupid and the winds will blow and the sun will rise and it’s foolish to believe our hands won’t drift apart someday

But “when” is too assured, too loud, too powerful

Give me a when that means I get to wake up in your arms
And let myself be in delusion for just a little while longer

Author's Note

This is a little moodier than my usual poems, but as a dreamer it’s hard to think about

Reviews

[Gee]

You need a " when we get married and spend the rest of our lives together"
Was this written on a "down" day?
Another easy to read, enjoyable piece

[hazy]

Haha, yes, I do! Also, it was written late at night when I wasn’t quite feeling the best. I was actually considering either adapting this poem or writing a new one with an idea along the lines of “I want to do dishes with you” (or other various mundane tasks). I find there’s something beautiful in the small things.