The days are long
The nights are short
It seems like there's not much to live forWhy can't I be happy?
Why can't I feel the sun anymore?My body is cold.
But my heart is warm.It beats for you
But yours beats for herI guess I really can't remember the last time I wasn't hurt
Fuck your I love you's.
Fuck your good nights.
I hope you realize someday that I was in the rightWriting helps me forget you
But my dreams tell me to go back to you...
YOU ARE READING
Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality