I had a dream about you this morning,
we both stood facing each other and at one point you kissed my forehead and walked away. I can't control these thoughts when I sleep, but some part of me wanted to forget about you yet this really isn't helping. That dream made me want you even more, but you don't want me. How am I meant to fix this? I have two options; forgetting you and your brown eyes or loving you even more, which will leave another scar on my fragile heart. I guess I should love you no matter what, just to prove that you have won. I should be giving you the praise because it was my mistake and my fault, so here I am writing this down because I'm too afraid to admit to you, that you've won.
YOU ARE READING
daisy petals
Poetrya collection of words and sentences that my brain comes up with to form poetry