I dreamt about you last night.
I guess so far there's nothing too unusual.
But this time was different.
This time you weren't holding my hand.
You weren't kissing my lips.
This time we were not on a date.
And we did not laughed for hours.
This time I didn't wanted your touch.
And didn't even tried to hug.
My heart wasn't beating so fast.
At least not like it use to.
And I didn't felt what I used to feel,
When your green eyes stare at me.
Actually I didn't felt anything.
Not even pain.
Not even hate.
Nothing.
As if I already knew what was coming.
Because last night in my dream,
We weren't happy and in love.
Quite frankly,
It was the opposite.
And as I'm finally facing the truth,
I realize now.
Last night,
I did not dreamt about you.
Last night,
I dreamt about reality.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of my mind.
PoetryHere are some thoughts I wrote down, usually late at night. Mostly about him. Sometimes about life. Read if you want to, react if you want to. It's just here because I feel like I need them to be somewhere. Somewhere to be found. Somewhere to be rem...
