I can't stop dreaming about you. The dreams are so real. I can smell you. I can feel you. I can hear your voice that would calm me and make me laugh. When I wake up I hope I throw the dream away, never remembering it, but of course, I torcher myself, so I play it on repeat. We used to talk everyday but after that afternoon at the park at the benches we haven't even looked each other in the eye. You said you'd text me once you got yourself a working phone but alas, that day has never come. So I now wish to seek out possibly unwanted attention, to replace the hole you left me with, because my heart's missing. You stole it babe. And I want it back!