Vent

seeping

my despair has reached my most peaceful places
now, even my quiet headed slumber has been tainted
what was once an escape from my constant isolation
has now become yet another reminder that I am alone

I see your face when I'm asleep now.
I have the most pleasant and wholesome dreams
cuddled next to you, just enjoying your warmth
listening to your voice
I can see all the different parts of you I've missed
your tone, your touch, your love

when I feel the warmest
I look up to your face and realize...
this isn't real. this isn't happening.
I'm pulled through layers of reality
as I come crashing back to my body, with the same feeling of longing returning to my chest

a frown painted across my face
sadness because i can't even continue the dream after realizing that's what it was
it doesn't feel sweet, it feels like I'm being taunted

i am so lonely to the point where I'm DREAMING of a man who wants nothing to do with me

how fucking pathetic.