Do you know

by Ayomikun Bolaji

I dream of you — 
Damned sandman won’t stop spilling seeds about you.
He knows that I yearn for you, breathe for you.
The tugging in my heart’s apparently a hot topic in fairyland

You have no idea what I’d give for you,
Mountains I’d climb for you,
Poems I could write for you- 
Rhyming ‘you’ with ‘you’ a million times
Cos you’ve got me so tongue tied.

I’d pour my soul into us.

Claw out my heart 
And bleed into every single hole in yours.
I’d fall out of my skin just to keep you warm,
Lock up my voice, freeze up my brain
Just to hear you reign

I’d lose myself in you-

In your dreamy eyes,
My ill-advised desire to be your side,
Your warm embrace around my waist,
Hollow where the girl once laid.

Your silky voice,
Washing over me, like a thousand drops
Of dopamine
And promises
Of you and I,
And what we are.

But who the fuck am I?

There’d be nothing of me left on cloud nine.
No self to call mine.

Call me jaded if you want
But a lover’s what I need,
Not a replacement of my being.

You’re not worthy of my loss 
Of inner light and rational

Do you know
I dread the day I meet you?

The Poor Print

Established in 2013, The Poor Print is the student-run newspaper of Oriel College, Oxford, written by members of the JCR, MCR, SCR and staff. New issues are published fortnightly during term. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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