❝You can't wake up. This is not a dream.❞
I wish I could tell you that I loved you. I wish we could talk. I wish this could be something more than a fragment of my imagination, where nothing but but you and I live. I wish I didn't have to struggle to talk about what I really feel. Everything feels surreal. I still treasure all the moments: when you've thrown a word or two in my direction, or when you gave me a glance. I still remember that time in Math class when you helped me with a sum, even though I had shouted at you before. I wish I could hear your voice over and over again, not just in my head. I savior that third grade group photo we had., and my heart warms up whenever I stare at that photo: you smiling up at me. I wish that I'd somehow, be worthy enough to deserve you. But I never was, and I don't think I ever will. My memories don't fade, but I wish they would. I wish I could forget you, and move on. I wish you would stop appearing in my dreams, and make me long for that time when I can see your face again. I wish that I didn't have to face life on my own. I wish you would walk with me, to wherever fate leads us.
I've lived long enough to know that wishes don't come true, and so, once again, I shall wrap you into the darkness of the night, where I hope I can't see you.
Goodnight.
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Poetry❝Go to hell.❞ ❝Darling, where do you think I came from?❞ Words from my deepest, darkest soul and caged heart that will find forms at uncanny hours. NOTE: Will update at random, or whenever inspiration strikes.