Just Trinkets

Dreams are not for sale - now.

They were once.

I sold my dreams to you,

Called to the highest bidder

and you answered.

I washed them down my throat with someone else’s drink,

My lips wet with rain,

I showed up on your doorstep, bore my wrists,

Let you kiss away all thought.

I sold them for nothing,

I sold them to sink into your bed,

I sold them, but to you there was no price,

No cost

You refused to pay.

You let me bleed out what I had left,

Pour into your arms the stars,

And all I got was night.

I sold my dreams to you,

Keep them safe, I said.

But you threw them out.

I had to earn enough to buy new ones.

And now, they’re not for sale.