the warmth I feel when I see your face terrifies me
flashes of light dance across my vision shielding me away from the broken parts of you
do I dare reveal myself to you
I think pretending is my way of coping the loss of wanting things to be different
I like to make up stories in my head of perfect days where it's just you and me feeling the warmth of each other
but I know that is not reality
I trick myself into believing you would want me
I know in the back of my storm filled mind that you are not the one for me
deep down I know
I know that I shield myself from you because I am too afraid to look under the blanket of who you really are
how do I leave when I know you don't care if I say goodbye
why am I so caught up in the act of love but will shy away when I get the slightest amount of affection
maybe because I want the attention to be from you
what a silly fantasy
I stay locked in my dreamland with you waiting at the entrance
a safe place where I think I will always remain.
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Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality