Every night I have a dream.
The same dream, but it's always different.
He's back and he's mine and we love like before
but every night, when I wake up
I wake up next to him
Loving him.
Wanting him.
Needing him.
Never having him.
But as he closes the door to leave for work
I whisper "I love you"
just loud enough
for the silence
to swallow.
I told him once that maybe it had a purpose
And he agreed, saying "it's all too ******** up
NOT to have a purpose."
Maybe the purpose is growing inside me?
Maybe fate's too cruel for it to be THAT easy.
He acts like it never bothers him.
Like he can get over me in a flash.
While I pine away
Cry at night
He's chasing.
So I feel
like
dirt.
The screen encourages me
to spill all my emotions.
To be like him:
without a care
without a conscience
but most importantly,
without hate.
And pain.
And love.
But all I want
is to sink into a dream
and find that it has become
my reality.
But isn't the best part about dreams
the fact that you can wake up from them?
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