Real Poem by Mark Smith

To me it seemed so real, Nothing was better, nothing could of been.

A comfort came over me, the kind that puts you to sleep with out even trying.
Under the covers-
Eyes were locked-
Lips were fused-
Euphoria sets in-
A fuzzy warm feeling came about, I was snug like bug, holding her tightly...

...Then it dawned on me, it hit me like a brick, the kind that knocks you out.
Behind the false smiles-
Eyes so deviant-
Lips so good at it-
Humiliation sets in-
A cold sword plunges my back, cold steel clinging to everything.