dreams for real
last night, i dreamt for real. when my head hit the pillow it stayed there long enough to find the sleep that brings dreams and i dreamt, but not of you. you have this way of calling when i’m thinking about you: where are you now though? and even if i can’t bring you into my subconcious i’m sure you’re there. if its just because i’m conciously thinking about you that you can’t be in the back of my mind. i have no idea what to think about you. but i like you because you gave me those butterflies that i couldn’t ignore. i told her not to be jealous of you. i told her its not because of you but in a way it is. because when you held my hand i felt okay and when you let go i didn’t feel okay again. you look like someone i could fall in love with because when i see you its from so far away that you couldn’t hurt me, without me having time to prepare. and that’s all this love-game is about: to hurt, and to get hurt. i wonder if you’re a giver or a taker. maybe we’re both.