we promise not to see each other
but i see you every night
i close my eyes
and know soon you'll be in sight
i time travel in my bed
back to you, back to us
to a future where we thrive
with no fights or mistrusts
it's torture to spend all night
with you in my head
and then when morning comes
wake up all alone in bed
i hate that i miss you, and i hate that my dreams remind me of that constantly. i need to not need you. i want the wanting to end.