You were like a dream.
Magical,
Brief,
And too good to be true.
And just like the best of dreams,
They can never reoccur.
So I'll shove you out of my heart,
At least the best I can.
Because just like good dreams, you think about the best ones every now and then.
Always knowing they're too good to be true, and actually exist.
They're theories of a perfect world. Making you ache at reality.

When I asked
"When?"

You replied
"One day"

But one day
Is your synonym for never


"One day"
You won't occupy
A space in my heart

It's hard for me to express myself
I want to tell you how I feel
Let the words
Sprout through my mouth like flowers

But if I don't water them enough
How can you see them?