Sleeping
Dreaming
Drifting in the sea of my unconscious
Because it somehow restores my brain
Then a clear image forms
It's English class
Not real life English
Dream English involves battles and wars and floating
But somehow we still sit in the same seats
I'm drifting, sleeping dreaming
I stand up and walk towards you
Everyone's left
I speak
The beginning of a ritual my brain is fond of
You look surprised
"You wanna talk?"
We walk
Paths we've walked in real life and dreams alike
But I have to go
I stir
"Yay I've fixed us"
I think to myself
I'm in a car
My phone buzz buzzing
My stomach turn turn Turing
And it feels like I never left
I've fixed us on repeat in my head
Every night since I broke us
We text and it gets intimate and more intimate
"This is not going to end well"
And switch
And I'm back at school beginning the day again
Wow
I've never done that before
Never stopped it happening
I only wake up and realise we are still broken
I take back control
Try it a few more times
Switch switch switch like a magic power
The power to make my brain mine again
All I've got to find is the reality without you
It's harder then you think
Switch nope, switch nope, switch nope.
But I'll get there.
Notes
I do like this one, but poem writing speed is going down. I didn't spend a lot of time editing. Monster is still my Favourite but I had fun with this one. It's about her1.
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