Dreaming

Its almost to the point of physical pain. I can't stand seeing the inside of my mind every night. Have you ever felt like you understand how an insane person feels? That you can understand why they've driven themselves mad?



Its not fantastical stories. There are no forests, unicorns or wings. There is no classic love story with story book quotes.

It is instead, simplistic torture.



Its us sharing a bed, but only sleeping.



Or watching an old film neither of us really care for but like to laugh at.



Or eating a dessert together.



Or painting a room in overalls with chopsticks in my hair and paint on your face.



And worst, sharing a dance together. Me stepping on your toes and you kissing my cheek.



Its these silly, simple life scenes. Almost never sexual but instead it is intimate. Its like watching what COULD be. Watching our lives play out.

I would bet good money that while you are ever present on my mind, I hardly cross yours.

But I care too much to push you. But I want you so bad it hurts.



And its killing me.