A pair of green hands curled in mid-air, with neon pink nails.


I cannot escape from this dream of mine.

It grasps onto me like a child to its mother,

Warm yet forceful, a child-like love.

Reaching out tenderly, it holds soothingly –

A love I never received,

Comes to haunt me in my mind.

The thought of what could have been,

Hurts more than reality.

I can’t escape from these thoughts of mine,

It holds onto me like nostalgia to regrets,

Painful yet lovingly,

A toxic relationship.

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