If i were a poet

If I were a poet, written thoughts of you
Flowed from pen, red blood ink touched paper
Worlds burst upon pages imaginary delusions.

Wing-breasted angels, downwards looking heavenly eyes
Locked on two shadowy figures, exposed darkness broke
Moonlight attacked cover, rose crumpled brushes
A soiled ground discovered, a night of passion uncovered.

Illusion Dreamt faded, Tears smudge inked pages
World of fantasy written, thoughts of you not spoken
False memory opened, drained dry of all emotion.

Affect mind, infected diseased feverish thoughts of you
Worsened by days, till the point I break, tears emptied
Moment heart Awoken to lies, stopped loving you

Broken prison scattered parts, corroded fever ended
Breathed air, flowed through veins, freedom spoken
Memories deleted, erased, emptied thoughts of you
Dust held in hands, a last goodbye spoken, image
Flickered memories released, one last grasp at dreams

Only dreams held me, They stayed by my side
You'd make me smile now saddened face
But dreamt lies, don't hold real you
No taste of lips, no real skin exists
All I touched, dust that drained through grip

The place I dreamt and lost
Wondered if you dreamt a place
Where my fake self walked
And made passionate love under covered dark

The ink flowed dried, the false memory ended
Piled up pens, littered desk, Each contained a memory from mind
And if I could of spared, a pen, Id write that memory over again…