“I know you’re there, but I can’t see you. I know you’re there, but I can’t see you. Come to me in dreams.”
My thoughts… my musings. Burn the pages of this Hellish phase. Slip me into his arms. Help him love me. Make me whole.
“I know you’re there, but I can’t see you.”
Tell him to come to me any way he can – fly or crawl, and at worst just come to me in dreams. “Let me live through you in stories. Our children born of our love, our dreams. Never existed but to us. And in dreams our love is real.”
“I know you’re there, but I can’t see you. Come to me in dreams.”
Tears so sharp they shatter mirrors. Broken hearts. Bloody redemption. Clouds of lavender mist. Take me no farther. Tell him I loved. “Let me live through you in visions. Our splitting reality, by opening windows. Never was there a breeze, but to us… And come to me in dreams.”
“I know you’re there, but I can’t see you. I know you’re there, but I can’t see you. Come to me in dreams.”
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