you were a bad dream,
a mirage in my desert,
mocking me from afar.

i would walk and walk,
but could never reach you.
the hope kept me stuck.
you would quench my thirst,
understand my pain,
i used to think.

how foolish of me,
to see you disappear a 100 times,
and still chase you for the 101th.

or if you will,
call it a big gamble.
starved as i was for love,
i couldn’t see it clearly,
how you were shrinking
the prize money each time,
until there was none left.

and to be honest,
i don’t know,
if my hope would ever melt,
or ever cease to exist.
that is the painful part.

intertwined as we were,
you shifted the blocks in my heart,
in a way they’ll forever remain.
what a wicked game to play,
you never felt the same way.

i kept dancing, alone.