AntiHero

Is it strange that I dream of the same man each night?

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Different settings; various obstacles that set us apart–

But he’s the only man that I would take such a risk for.

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They are both beautiful men, of course;

Sometimes he reminds me of a child’s fairytale dream; a knight dressed in the darkest of black

Respectable and patient; raised from the gutter–street smart and deadly

Courteous and charming; brother to the blood– loyal to his brothers

A great, honest smile with kind eyes; Gang wars, despair, violence is all he knows–

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the type of man

that makes a girl say

chivalry is not dead; he’s trouble and I think I am ready to be very bad

;

These two men–

who appear the same but are diverse in character–

Take turns appearing in my dreams.

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Days where I am at peace–

lavished by servants as I sit on my veranda–

my husband dedicating his undying love to me–

as he gifts me with the rarest jewels and costly gifts..

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But there are those endless nights–

The night sky sets a scence–

A ghastly full moon–

night a forsaken, opaque black–

and I am risking my life–

my reputation, my heart for this wild man.

We fight, we yell, we fuck–

and I cry–

but then I crave the thrill again–

A never-ending cycle of rash decisions and passion–

A forewarning, a message–

Who will I end up–

The dawn of my life; or the pitiless man

Of deceit and devilish charm–

Eyes bruised with substance abuse and passion–

Body tight–like a predator–

And that jawline–

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