Are you a dream or a nightmare?
I can’t differ one from the other. You feel like both.
Like the waves crashing down on me,
I’m drowning deeper in your embrace.
Is that good or bad? I don’t know. I can’t feel the pain

When my eyes are closed and your lips are locked on mine.
Like puzzle pieces we fit.
You want this moment to freeze, I don’t.
‘Let’s continue,’ I say.
You pull back. Is this good or bad?
I don’t know.

I have forgotten how to breathe.
Butterflies have made a home inside my stomach. They said
that’s where they feel the most comfortable, roaming around freely in
the once-empty space. Your voice drowns

My incessant screams when I dream of you leaving.
It was a nightmare.
But you were there to shake me awake and bring me to the present with
your warmth and the heady smell of You.

So I guess you’re both a dream and a nightmare.
Is that good or bad? I don’t know.

m.j.