words

if reality blazed like words i wrote,
i would have turned to ashes already,
reality is a plateau,
while words rise and fall,
its too easy to suffer acutely with penstrokes,
while real pain erodes slow into blandness,
I feel hard to feel things i explain,
Its a manner of sailing upstream,
I wish I could respite over pedestal that are my words,
I wish I could summon their true strength,
I wish I could love you the way I said I do, I wish I could be hurt the way I told myself I was, In the purity that are my words, I wish I could mix them in the bitter raki of my reality, And drink away an ounce of cloudy daydream