Dreams

It's mornings like these

When I wake up from dreams

Where you're still the center of my affection,

of my lust and love,

That my heart physically aches.

Every part of me has moved on

Except apparently that little part of my brain

That gets to show up only in my dreams.

I'm not sure how to get rid of the girl

Who loved you endlessly

Even when finding out about the awful things you've done.

I guess that part of my brain

Still longs for the passion.

The stolen kisses

The lingering stares.

The fire deep inside.

So that girl will hold onto that long lost love

And I will ache every once in a while

For that boy who never really existed.

(Still in draft mode. First time writing in a while)