Letters I'll Never Send

Dear Dream,

you think of me a dream.

a dream come true or a painful reminder of what might never be?

merely an apparition for you to mold, with hands you can never quite hold. 

cut me and see that I bleed.

I long to be what you want and crave to be what you need. 

my tears fill oceans for you, why can you not see? 

my love for you burns holes in my chest, yet you insist I will leave?

I pound on the doors of love, begging to come home. 

yet a ghost can not knock, and I am left alone. 

you keep me at a distance, dreams never last long. 

but I am real, and hurting, and yet you tell me I do not belong.