In my dreams,
Barefeet are a common occurrence
as hopeful grown children dance, smiles like sunbeams

In my nightmares,
I hide from all that I hide from the world
running from it all I refuse to shed any tears

In my dreams,
I let my mind drift into my wildest delusions
delusions of flawless moments with blue eyes and swing sets, it seems

In my nightmares,
I am left alone in a dark room
abandoned after people pick pieces of me that they believe is theirs

In my dreams,
reality is a word defined by the mind that controls it
Wonder fills the eyes of everyone like moonbeams

In my world,
there is a line in which I walk shakily
a line which separates complete darkness and an awe-filled dreamworld

In my reality,
I dance in the moonlight that shines through my kitchen windows
blue eyes smile at my red-rimmed glasses and new haircuts
In my reality, I wouldn't trade anything for even the best dreams

a look that warmed the heart of the other
a smile that assures everything will be alright
eyes filled with wonder
a look that can be easily misunderstood
but not easily forgotten
the look of someone falling
falling so hard
that the rest of the world fades

A hazy swingset
A pair of blue eyes
and a pair of brown eyes
both looking away
until one has the courage to speak
the words weren't important
but the look
that was given as a reply
said everything that words
couldn't explain in that moment
it was the look of someone falling in love

Sweaty palms
backing up slowly
eyes staring at me curious
questions ringing in my ears
simple answers with complicated explanations
half-truths to avoid saying what I mean
because to say what is in my head could ruin everything
but once
just once I said the whole truth
those eyes replied with a smile
and a simple answer
only containing three words
but with a very complicated explanation

There is a thin line between delusional and hopeful
Most people fall into the worse category

Being hopeful is what leads to being delusional
Delusional is what happens when someone holds onto hope for far too long

Hope is a tool used against one's self
Delusions are an escape from reality

Hope is a memory that keeps you moving forward
Delusions are what keep you stuck in a period of time

Hope is created by a glance across a room
Delusions are a whole created by yourself in which everything is filled with wonder

Hope is taken away easily in the worst kind of ways
Delusions almost never leave you and when they do it is after years of daydreams

I will let you choose which is worse

I couldn't even look you in the eyes
you left without a goodbye
you were gone without warning
I woke up to an empty house that morning
And I am still in mourning
I miss your snoring
you left so many loose ends
with no way to make amends
the worst part of it all
is that you treated me like a doll
and when you didn't want to play with me anymore
you put me back on the shelf and ignored me like a piece of decor
I was the best piece of decor you even had
So I have stopped being sad
And started being grateful
because next time they won't leave without a goodbye