Here I am
So tired and cold when I should be asleep dreaming of recent events that love to haunt me and I love when it does.
I do dream of you, it’s true. When we were close and talked about our problems as if we created new ones just to speak of them.
But it wasn’t real, you tried stealing the moon and I shot for stars that weren’t alive.
I love you in my dreams and I never think of you in the day, not after being blessed with a gorgeous regret.
I hated the idea of making memories with you, making things only to be remembered and never lived.
I never wanted to live in a moment with you, to stop and think about what I was doing.
I hate the idea of getting close to someone, the daydreams might come true.
I’ll settle for the flow and counting dead stars, and dead what-ifs.