Here I am again,
Dreams about you.
We've reached the end,
What am I to do?
This endless night,
I know I can't,
I know it's not right,
What rhymes with can't?
I'm tired of this,
Why won't you go?
Like this is endless,
I just want you to know.
In your head,
In my heart,
We are dead,
Blood rains from these scars.
They say I will be fine,
They say I can do this,
But that's just a line,
You give to someone with an illness.
You made me feel dirty,
You made me feel lost.
You had control of me,
You'll never realize what you've lost.
Ever since Feb 25th, I've been having dreams and nightmares about us. Even tho you are the enemy and there is no "us," in my dreams there still is. I go to bed late and wake up early from these dreams. It's become a ritual. I go to bed, dream, wake up several times and then just finally say fuck it and get up between 1 and 3am. Then I put on some music and have my coffee. I'm sick of these dreams. Maybe when I move on, like I'm trying my hardest to, they will become less frequent. I've met someone else. We're friends. B has met him. Maybe I'll meet boyfriend material someday. I just know I'm not moving on as fast as you did because I'm not looking for a good fuck like you were. Telling me your sex drive was diminishing because it had already peaked was bullshit. You just didn't want me and you didn't have the balls to tell me. But guess what? There's billions of potentials out there. There's always someone better than you. H...
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