When the smoke clears

Are you my biggest fan when the world is against me?
Can I turn to you for clarity when the questions become consuming?
Did you know that when I’ve sought after you, it was never for fornication
but for an escape from mediocrity?
Your memories are your pillows, and they are the theatre to your nightmares,
I cuddle up behind you while you reminisce for what is mere minutes
but feels like an eternity. My only intent is to bend you in ways so
uncomfortable that you’d one day wake up to self-realizations and haveĀ no choice but to remember only me…


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