"i've been trying hard,
not to talk to you."
saw you in my dreams, few days ago
it scared me
how familiar it felt
how familiar you felt.
can't believe i'm here again
way too late
i hear the birds waking
but god you make my head spin
make my heart do flips.
can't believe i'm here again
because i shouldn't be
but god
i swear you make me feel
like i'm on fire.
don't know if i wish it'd stop
light me up again and again
baby, destroy me.
your ethereal lingering
across the canvases of my dreams
is pretty much all i get
to see of you these days.
i don't think
i want it to stop.
that's scary, baby,
you've always scared me
you shouldn't be allowed
to be that pretty.
today
i waited all day
for nightfall
so i could
maybe just maybe
dream of you again;
isn't that fucked?
but i know
i know
the you
i see
in my dreams
isn't real.
you'll never want me
the way i have wanted you
for so long.
i'm trying
so utterly hard to move on
i thought it was working
but how can i tell all my friends
"i think it's better"
when i spend all my hours with the sun
hoping that i see you
in my dreams;
that when moon
shows her face
she'll bring you too;
hoping
wishing
praying
that you dream of me too.
knowing
deep down
i'll never mean
that much
to you.
oh, but darling,
please,
say you dream of me, too.
—5:29 am
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 - (𝟎𝟎𝟏)
Poetry"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭." a poetry book of sorts. full of emotions and 3 am thoughts. a glimpse at my heart if you will. have a look if you'dlike. *lowercase intended
