I keep waking up in your arms,
Even though you’re not here.
The dream won’t stop replaying—
Your lips, your lies,
The way you said “forever” like it meant something.
I try to scream myself awake
But it just loops again—
Your touch, my tears, your silence.
I’m trapped in a version of us
That never existed.
Maybe I don’t want to wake up.
Maybe pain feels safer than the emptiness
Of knowing you’re gone.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC
I keep waking up in your arms,
Even though you’re not here.
The dream won’t stop replaying—
Your lips, your lies,
The way you said “forever” like it meant something.
I try to scream myself awake
But it just loops again—
Your touch, my tears, your silence.
I’m trapped in a version of us
That never existed.
Maybe I don’t want to wake up.
Maybe pain feels safer than the emptiness
Of knowing you’re gone.
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