the state of dreaming
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you always have me feeling oh, so vulnerable.
i sure hope my existence doesn't seem like too much trouble.
you've always seemed to be a little bit confused lately.
is it because you've spent too much of your time around me?
you know how much i want you and you know how much i care,
and you tell me that we'll meet again but i'll always wonder where.
you never seemed like the type of guy to be this sweet and kind;
i wonder if it's because you know how much i want you to be mine?
the thing that's always the problem is that i wonder quite a lot.
i let my mind off on it's own and before too long, i'm lost.
maybe you can help to keep my head screwed on just right.
i need you now because my thoughts won't go down without a fight.
every night i dream of you, but most times it's not pretty.
you're always there but always mad and wallowing in self-pity.
but maybe that's how you live your life outside of my subconscious,
the dreams in which you're glowing and happy are the dreams i truly miss.
for all i know, you could be having the same dreams about me,
the ones where i am always sad and never feel like i am free.
and little to your knowledge, that's how i live my life,
so maybe you should speak to me; tell me how i'll be alright.
of course i still feel vulnerable, and of course i always will,
but the thought of being in your dreams is quite a subtle thrill.
i only hope you dream of me, in my state of melancholy,
because really your dreams would be so dull if they never did involve me.
YOU ARE READING
sincerely
Poetryhonestly just a book of love letters at this point. i mostly write about one person but heyyyy i mix it up sometimes. the earlier poems aren't my best wok but they progressively get better.
