Dreams

You told me I'm a dream come true,
but do you know that I dream of you?

Dreams are just a different form of hope,
piled on top of one another.

A big mess of hopes is our dreamland.

Our last hope is that they all come true.

Nightmares are a different form of anxiety

the kind that likes to find its comfort in our stomachs

while we lose our own (comfort).

You told me that I'm a dream come true,
but you sounded like you were in the arms of sleep.

Dreams are not always a reality,
they don't come true.

We just find something similar.

Therefore dreams are replaceable.

Hence I, too, am replaceable.

You told me that I'm a dream come true,
but you dream when you're asleep.

So, my love,

I'm sorry to be the bearer of appalling news

but one day,

you will wake up

and I will be nothing more than a thought

collecting dust in your memory

So, wake up,

wake up

and start a new day;

where you and I

are anything but grey

Let me be a better version of myself

One that doesn't see the fault between

You and I