You existed in my dreams.
I thought of you.
Longed for you.
And kept you in my dreams
for a number of years.

And then you appeared
out of nowhere
in the daylight
to tell me
you
dreamed
of
me.

Wait!
No!
You are supposed to be only
in
my
dreams.

You complicate my life
when you step out of the night
and into reality.

You aren't supposed to feel this way
about
me.
You had no clue that I felt that way
about
you.

Can you crawl back into my dreams
out of the daylight
and into the depths of my fantasies
once again?

It's simpler there.

No one knows.
Not even you.
And I get to think of you
without
complications.

And I can get you out of my head
whenever I want.

Can I go back to my make-believe?
It's much more comfortable there.