Woke

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.

Photographer Unknown