Nikola Dabic Poems

Another illusion, I wondered.
What are you, really?
I don't know in which direction to think about you.
How do I force myself to do what's right—
...

We sit beneath the moonlight, and you speak to me of pain.
I listened carefully, every moment,
you told me how they shattered you,
how they walked all over you.
...

I'd drown myself in just enough liquor
for you to use me again—
and still, I'd come back,
because in your bed,
...

You think fear defines you.
You don't allow yourself to explore the depths where you might drown.
Maybe it's a trauma you can't overcome,
maybe you just can't do it alone,
...