I really do hate when I dream of you.
I hate that my dreams swear by things that aren’t true.
I don’t know what they’re trying to accomplish by feeding me lies. Were those lies worth it to see sable one last time? I don’t know… (ironically it’s almost one year since I’ve seen her). The dream breaks each time you show up and we start talking about closure, and I wonder if I should’ve just taken the offer all those months ago… if I could’ve thrown you away… instead of my heart holding on to this important existence… wondering about an identity I’ve still not found.
I swear there better be some secret I don’t know the way my dreams keep holding on for something.














