I dreamed of a new grave,
that was now home to a boy
who tried to destroy me,
and caused so much pain.
It was not a normal graveyard,
instead it was near the woods.
There were strange graves surrounding him.
His headstone was so plain.
"You ready?"
Someone spoke to me.
But I didn't have the courage,
to complete what they asked of me.
So without hesitation,
the person approached the grave,
and with a lighter,
they burned and blackened the name.
For a second,
he didn't exist.
His body did not lie in this pit,
because he never existed.
But someone who knew him,
came to visit the grave.
They did not question why the name was gone,
they just nodded and spoke about irrelevant things.
No one would miss him.
No one would find his grave.
With the name burned,
he never even existed.
Till I got a phone call.
How is he still breathing?
He spoke kindly to me,
like he had never done wrong in his life.
I cursed at him,
and told him never to return.
Because he was supposed to be dead,
and his name was burned!
But still he haunted me.
Just in a different way.
That's when I realized,
revenge leaves a bitter taste.
This is about a dream I had last night. Like the poem says, I dreamed that an ex of mine had died, and I was pretty happy just because that meant I never had to deal with him again (he messed me up pretty badly, so I'm not surprised that I was happy in my dream), and in my dream I went to his see his grave with some of my friends. They had apparently convinced me that it would help me get over the past and that I could finally get some sort of revenge. Well while we were at the grave, my friend took out a lighter and told me I should burn the name and it would help me forget that he even existed. I told her I couldn't because it felt wrong, but she did it anyways. That's when one of his relatives showed up and was talking to me about how she understood he done a lot of bad things to me and he probably deserved what happened to him and his grave. Right after that talk, I got a phone call from him. He was telling me to help him with something and he sounded so different. His voice wasn't the same and he sounded genuinely sorry for all of the hurt he had caused so many people, but I couldn't tell him it was okay and I couldn't tell him how to fix it, because I knew that nothing could fix what he had done. He was dead and non-existent to most of the world, yet I still felt the same pain from the past as I did before his death. I think this dream helped me realize I need to stop letting what happened in the past effect me. Whether he says sorry for what he did, or changes his ways, or dies and becomes just another body in the ground, it won't change the past. The only thing I can do is forgive and move on with my life instead of remembering the things he did to me. It's the only way I can remain happy and free from the past.
