I keep having dreams of you
Though, my subconscious lacks imagination
They really are more like vivid realities
Examinations
Realizations
Of the truth,
Painted in vibrant stabs.
I hurt, just a little, when I wake up.
My dreams have betrayed me,
My subconscious allied with my conscious
Making you, just as you are, inescapable.
And though my days aren’t destroyed, yet
My nights torture me,
Taunt me
Because, they
Are the only time
I get to see you
Even just as you are.
