Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind

Under the Rug

I still dream about you,
On the strangest nights, when I think I'm fine and good and over you. When your name doesn't sting as much when it comes out of my mouth. I dream about you when you're no longer in my constant thoughts.   I dream of what I really truly desire; for you to decide that how we left things was a mistake. How it was too messy, and we never cleaned it up. I dream that you come back, and we sort everything out. That we sweep the entire mess up, and put each other's pieces that we've stolen back where they belong. It's just a dream though. Our stolen pieces will remain stolen. And the mess we made will always stay where it is, right under the rug where we shoved it.
-Gabsviolet      g.vio.g