Let it go

Sometimes it’s like someone put you here to test me.

To see if I’m really keeping my word and those hard lessons stuck…

But I dream about your fingers sliding along my skin.

And just the thought gives me chills.

On one hand I wish these dreams would stop, because they bleed into my daylight.

Uninvited clips.

Making my breath catch at inopportune times.

Waking daydreams.

That intrude into my real life, and seem to sabotag my attemps at an even temperament. The one I’ve worked so hard to develope.

I shake them off because that’s the only thing I know to do.

Pretend it’s not there and eventually it will stop.

Isn’t that what they say? “ignore it and it will grow weaker with time, you’ll adjust to the discomfort if you just remember it’s an illusion.”

On the other hand, those dreams make me feel things I thought were long dead.

So what is the harm in enjoying a dream?

And since it’s a dream why does it make me feel so guilty?

I don’t pass you on the street.

I don’t live in your town.

We dont talk.

We’ve barely acknowledged eachother.

I find your energy chaotic.

Pretty sure, you dislike me.

I never have to worry about real life moments.

And still these dreams shake up parts in me I wish they would not…