Poetry. Fiction and memories: which is what?

It has always been you

I dream with you face every single night

And I can't stand the pain when it's time to awake.

If you just knew how it feels, I can't breathe...

Those eyes are following me in every fucking dream.

If you just knew how I feel when I remember...

I just feel like a fool for every promise you have broken,

Like a piece of trash because I know that I have forgotten.

That's the way we always worked,

But I didn't realize till you leave me all alone.

And I took my pride out of your sight,

Because I didn't realize you only looked at me from time to time.

I've always wanted it came true,

That's why they're called dreams for.

Such a beautiful lie our minds create,

To make us believe that we will never see happiness again

To give us hope no matter the time they came from,

And the sadly true is... you're gone.

Because it's you and it has always been you

And it's hard to forget all the memories we've made.

And I hope one day,

You noticed every little detail

I have made.

To JackelinEsc, because you listen without judgment and you know this more than anyone.

Thank you dear friend!