CONSEQUENCES

I wrote your name.

Thicker than my eyeballs.

On the back of my shoulder.

I read your name.

Out loud to the audience

From a book of my writing.

We met once in my dreams.

Had a date late night.

Early October that cold evening.

Drunk on your straw

From your margarita glass.

I did talk a lot.

Most of it was nonsense.

Then stole a kiss from your chick.

With lots of confidence.

You did see me choke.

On a bottle of water.

But i never cared.

Sadly my alarm rang.

Can't deny how hard i slapped it.

Off the table.

Then we ended.

You weren't a dream

You were my truest fiction.

The present,

I hide from you just to eye your posture.

Read the words of your lips.

With my imagination.

Last thing i hear was a text.

Louder than the usual

Asking me out for a date.

The consequences

Of my imagination.