My Poetry Collection

Dreams

When it ended, everything seemed normal.

I would get through the day, go to sleep, and then I would wake up. Repeat.

I rarely had any dreams, much less any that I could interpret to know what my soul was thinking deep down beneath the ashes.

It was just black.

It was nothing.

But it perfectly described what I felt.

Nothing.

So when everything ended I felt the same.

Simple emotions. Happy. Sad. Angry. Nervous. Excited.

But, overall, It was nothing.

But as time went on in my cycle of go to sleep, wake up, repeat, I started catching glimpses as I slept.

A word here, a blur there. A fleeting feeling that I couldn't describe.

So I went on with my cycle, with one more small step. One that I couldn't and still can't describe. A flash, and then it was gone.

As more time went on, maybe a month after that or so, it got worse. Not just glimpse but a face. Not a word but a name. An all too familiar girl. Even when I knew that our association was over. Our relationship was over. I made it that way. I had thought I felt nothing but some other feeling was blossoming within me.

It hurt.

It hurts like hell.

The once glimpses turned into entire dreams after that. The ones where I apologise and she forgives me. The ones where I apologise and she doesn't. The ones where I apologise and she says nothing.

Nothing.