When I fall asleep I see your face,
Everywhere I go your there.
I can't escape you no matter how hard I try, and it kills me.
Not being able to see you every second, not able to touch you or sleep in your arms.
If only you knew how special you are to me, how when you touch me my heart beats faster as butterflies flutter in my stomach.
You are perfect to me. I couldn't ask for more.
So when I dream, and when I wake, I ask if you really here, because I need it to be real life when I touch you.
I need you to really be there so when you hold me in your arms, I know that when I wake you will still be there.
So, are you real? Because I need to feel you here, in real life.
YOU ARE READING
REALITY
PoetryPoetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burn...
