You keep showing up in my dreams. Your face is blurry but I know
its you. And each time you appear, I cling to you and say something
along the lines of "I'm so sorry" or "I've
missed you so much". And you're either surprised or angry
with me. And you have every right to. I left you before we could
really see if our feelings were more than just platonic. But
we're both at fault right? Always going back and forth, the
classic "Will they, Won't they". Maybe that's why
you still haunt my dreams, my feelings for you still lingering in
my mind.
I lose people, and amid the tsunamis
of grief and sadness that follow,
I remind myself, when finally chaos tears dissolve
and the aftermath of thoughts is allowed:
“Silly child, you should know better than
to love anyone this much by now,
every time you have loved this hard and this much,
you know it will be wrenched away from you somehow.”
