Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘You’re so God damn beautiful,’ and we kissed. Only
we never did. I woke up and you were never there. I splash
water on my face, but I can’t get over it. You’re my South African
queen, purest smile I’ve ever witnessed. Purest lie I’ve ever concocted.
I’m retiring from dreaming. It’s torturous for me to believe that you can
coexist in a world so undeserving. ‘You can’t ever be the real thing,’
you whisper while reminiscing on your American dream.