I used to have dreams of him where he could never get to me. We were always separated, but so close to each other. I woke up with my throat raw from holding back my yells and a feeling deep down inside of me that I knew this relationship wasn't right for me.
I have dreams of you where we're so close it's suffocating, but I enjoy the feeling of not being able to breathe.
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The Swallows and the Sunsets
PoetryI tend to find meanings in things not intended to have one.
