Do you ever think back.. to us?
Or what we believed to be us?
Or what I guess I believed was the time we'd consider "our time."
Does it even feel real to you anymore?
Because sometimes, when I think back.
Back to the times you've held my hand in my movies,
To the time we drove in your car in my neighborhood waiting for my parents to get home, and I grabbed you hand and we just sat comfortably in silence together- happily. Do you think back to the "somedays" and plans we thought of together, our promises- does it feel real?
Does it feel like that all happened??
Or does it feel like a good dream, that was dreamt too long ago..
Because now, it feels like, as someone once said, it was a dream my heart made.
Now I'm not even sure it was real to us.
Maybe it was just real for me.
I just catch myself thinking back-
And wonder.
Was it all real?
YOU ARE READING
Can you feel this?
PoetryMy inner feelings. The ones I tell no one. The thoughts of you that pass my brain mostly - but if you can feel some of these things, some of these deep, twisted feelings. I'm sorry. You're not alone though. <3
