my dreams drain me,
pain me,
but i still wish they were real
in my dreams, i am the person i dream of being
i call you, i tell you i love you, and i fight to be real

once i claw my way to the surface,
that person has already drowned
10,000 leagues of dreaming compress my body
(and also two blankets)
i don’t call you. i don’t say anything at all.
and i wish i wasn’t real.