16 May 2026

Cherry-Flavoured Dream




 

Don’t try to remember my name,

You don’t need it, let me be just a flicker of light,

A thing you did in a moment of desire.

I am not your perfect half – I am a second of free will,

Then I disappear like I have a million times before.

I am not bound to anyone – I am just a minute of you.

I love how casual you can go – free of worries,

I am just a flash of pleasure shared underneath the moonlight,

Don’t push it any further, stop looking.

I am already gone to the next adventure I was to take.

I know the sweetness that took over you

But I am no angel, I am the devil who takes all.

I never speak a word of truth, just what you need to get you there.

I am like a shadow – I chase and then I leave.

I am no Juliette; I don’t seek my Romeo.

I drink from the passion shared and then I disappear.

These feelings are never meant for me.

I come like smoke – transparent like a ghost, yet I materialize,

I am like a green drink, a reflection of the silver light above us.

You can taste me best when your mind goes numb,

When you feel the world melting slowly beneath my freezing tongue.

I am the touch that makes your heart skip a beat,

The dizziness of your sin is pulling you deeper into my fantasy,

The cherry-flavoured danger makes you unstable, yet I let you in.

This fever dream is what you craved the most unconsciously.

I never really touched your soul, you fell into the trap – chemicals running wildly.

Don’t try to find me, I vanish with the moon – quietly,

I was never for you to hold and cherish – I am the sickness you need to cure.

I fade away like a white lie told to hide the painful reality,

My scent is washed away from your skin like the pouring rain in the summer heat.

You might keep searching for me in a crowd of strangers,

You might keep hearing my careless laughter.

But I never belonged to the regular places you keep visiting,

I was made to visit you, ruin your peace for a night –

Never to return for a second round.

Devotion is not my game; I don’t want to be found.

Yet my echo might still return to your ears when I am not around.

Think of me as if I were a lucid dream that you almost mistook for reality,

A vivid blur between pleasure and pain - something too good to be real.

And when you wake one day hugging my shadow, fingers gently tracing your skin

You will finally know that I disappeared because I really wanted to.