As I try and lull myself to sleep, I lay in fear. Fear of my dreams.They are fantasies
that tease and torture my beaten and bruised heart.
I can’t stop them. I can’t stop the visions of us being together again.
Or the phantasms of me, yelling and screaming at you. Reciting the long list of pain my heart has experienced.
But at the same time. I like them, need them, want them.
Because no matter how heartbroken I am. I still miss my lost friend. I still want to see you. Hug you, and just be with you.
And these dreams give me that unreal feeling,
that you’re here,
and that you want me.
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