As cliché as it sounds,
You are consuming my dreams.
And as much as I hate it,
And I wish for you to leave my mind,
I can't really do much else about it other than
accept it and deal with it.

It is my subconscious mind that is allowing
you in,
Letting you create your home in there
and place posters up on the walls of my
brain which you are making your living space.

I dreamt sorrow of you,
I have dreamt contempt
And I've dreamt of love.
All of which had me ****** up in the
morning and throughout the days
afterwards.

And part of me wonders if it's the same for
you,
And if not then how you do it.
How you're able to keep me out of your
mind because I wish to know answers.
I just don't want you occupying my brain
space any longer,
I'm unable to think of anything without
your name or being having an involvement.
I don't like the way that this feels.
I thought I would but I don't.
I'm sick of false pretense in the things I
want to be real.