On mornings when I wake up
panicked with a troubled heart,
it’s because my dreams can not forget
the ever pressing past.
On mornings when I wake up
bitter and regretful
it’s because the past was reoccurring
while I was in a slumber.

There are days when I have to wake up
and have forgive you all over again,
because I was forced to remember
what I try so hard to forget in the daylight.

Your words and your actions
and the feelings built up inside my chest
come back alive inside my imagination
and I’m afraid that one day
I will grow tired of
dismissing what you
have done to me.