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.