I had a nightmare I was in love.
Floating on clouds in love,
until it's revealed to be a mirage.
The realization knocking me off my
cloud head first to the hard ground.
I grieve while trying to resuscitate
my heart through other people.
But in the end I write a eulogy
in the form of poetry as I burry
it six feet under.
Then I wake up realizing it
wasn't a nightmare.
Just a memory I experienced
while asleep dramatized.
I resuscitated my own heart.
Each beat a reminder that
the greatest love is yourself
not another body next to you.
Another soul can't love
you the way you can.
The only love that could
resuscitate my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem