I love you. Yes you, the person who's hand I try to hold when you are near. I loved you when no one else did. I had dreams of us being together, but no. Those where crushed by the girl you hated one week prior. You couldn't stand her annoying texts and turned to ME when she did so. That changed when I invited you to sit with us and deal with her. You told her you loved her the day you broke the other friend's heart. Broken heart, broken dreams. Seeing you hold HER hand and kiss HER destroyed my dream. You kiss HER, the one that loves you and another man. The one who plans on kissing someone other than you and fantasizes about the day you two break up so that she can give him another chance. Broken, heart broken dreams. I have no dreamcatcher other than the one that's above my bed and above my head. The name I was given and the name that has no meaning. Because my dreams are caught by other dreamcatchers of other people. You love her, the girl you hated six weeks prior. I love you. But it will forever stay broken heart, broken dreams.