Frosted Flakes and your memory

madness swirls, light flows in

left to wake,

dreams escape my grasp.

Reality bursts the bubble

sharp as razors

or your tongue

my bleeding heart survives the brightness of the day.

Rays of sunshine,

long equated to happiness,

contentment…

now they hurt, they disrupt my escape

they bring back immense emotion

half a world away.

The blanket tries to smother them out

but my mind isn’t cooperating

I reach out,

for…you?

no, my glasses…though they make no difference in the end

I can never see the truth.

A yawn, I rub my eyes and pull on my jeans

and sit down with Frosted Flakes and your memory

one leaves a bad taste in my mouth

one reminds me of a past before you came.