as the ruins continued to crumble,
i couldn't help but stumble and try to catch myself
in place of you
in every dream i've ever had,
you're always running away, exponentially faster and faster
in all of my dreams, you're the master
and i am a rag doll with her mouth sewn shut
with each occurrence, i am reminded of my greatest fear
that no matter how strong something is,
there will always be a force capable of breaking it
i keep these false memories
in the back of my mind for future reference
-not that i could shake them if i wanted to-
they serve as a self-medicating placebo
because if i keep reminding myself
of how effortlessly you've abandoned me in my dreams,
then when it truly happens,
i'll have a tolerance built up,
or so it seems