I dreamt of you last night
I knew it was you
even though you were thinner than you are now
You took me in your arms and held me tight
and the minute my head was upon your chest
I broke down sobbing
but you didn’t let go
you kept holding me
while the tears streamed down my face
and I gulped air to fuel the sobs that kept coming
I kept crying until I woke myself
wondering why you feel like my safe place
when you barely acknowledge my existence
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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This is so sad. I’m sorry.
It would be nice if I could tell my mind not to dream that stuff. lol
Heartbreaking.
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