Pillow fairytales. By Anuoluwapo Kehinde
The ways you could love me,
The ways you would cherish and hold,
Till death do us part-
I journey to a world where we were together
A little cottage on a hill
With children bustling at our feet.
We are happy.
Living a story we created,
While we were young-
A fairytale so sweet it makes my gums hurt,
My eyes bleed from reality-
Stung by the truth of it all.
Dreams are fiction and so far from the real,
My mind journeys back to this world.
And I fall asleep to the rhythm of my broken heart,
Like always, watering my pillow
For more dreams to grow,
About the ways you could love me.
Even if you don’t.