Stream of Consciousness 9/7/19
I hurt you, and I hate myself for it.
I hurt you, and it hurts.
I saw us hugging at the school,
Crying into your shirt.
I met your parents in a dream,
And we were almost one.
I met your soul in memory,
And you were almost mine.
You held me in false recollections —
It was calm, pure-light divine.
You held me always, with your words,
And that was just real life.
I hate this in all entirety;
I wish they would arrest me.
They won’t because you’re Winston-Montag,
And I’m your Julia-Clarisse.