I don't like dreaming anymore.
When I sleep I see you
I feel you
I kiss you
I hold you
I squeeze you and you squeeze back
But those few hours of euphoria
are not worth a waking life of missing you
I can't open my eyes and watch you fade into a memory
Your lips fizzle into a lingering taste on my tongue
It hurts to wake up and if I have to do it one more time
I promise it will be the last
I've lost you more times than I can count
And it's not fair
It's so unfair that my last dream will be the best
By far.