I had a dream about him.
When I wanted a dream of you.
It made me confused,
the whole dream through.
Perhaps it's that my mind was trying
to prove a point to me.
Perhaps I just didn't want my heart to see.
You've been hurting me, too.
I didn't feel whole, his arm around me.
I just felt empty.
You don't even need to be here
to lift me.
I had a dream about him,
when I wanted a dream of you.
Then again, you promised not to enter my dreams again,
until I was there with you.
You already broke that promise,
your endeavours came undone,
but I don't mind.
I'd rather my mind be your haunt,
then make the promise true.