I hate dreams All the bad ones But especially the good ones The good ones wherein you and I, You and I, Are happy.
I hate how those dreams Make me feel Like there’s a chance Between you and I, When really, There’s just none.
I hate how in those dreams I can laugh my heart out I can say how much I love you And you’d be saying it back
Because after that one great adventure With you, I wake up And it’s just me And my empty inbox That used to be filled with the surge of your words
Another regular day of trying Trying and trying and trying To finally say That I’ve moved on; That I’m over it
Early in the morning But instead of opening my eyes I force them shut, Turn off the world Because maybe, Just maybe, I could dream again And there I would find, You and I
Have you ever had those extremely weird dreams wherein everything feels like real life? lol anyway hello to my 3rd poem