I'm running out
and drying up
you've left me no more tears to cry
love
gone is our time
my soul a stone
stuck beneath waves
of emotional toll
so please
get out
let me dream of something more
pleasant
I can't do this forever
and sooner or later
it's you or me
who will be dust
I think this was made before "Laundry", and it's based on the same premise on me being sick of dreaming of my ex and how in the dream I go somewhere, run into her, eventually one of us talks, and we end up being friends again.
However, since I've actually posted "Laundry" I think I only dreamt about her twice since? And that only happened early on after the poem, which is great.
Growth happens, it just takes time.
