I see you and I push the thoughts that flood my brain away
away, away from my consciousness
how did I not realize that they weren’t simply disappearing
but storing themselves in the sleeping parts of my brain
so that at night, when my watchful eyes are closed
they could surface and show up in my dreams!
in those dreams, I transcend reality
my wildest fantasies become everyday happenings
and you,
you who would never love me,
become the very person who does.
it’s sad, isn’t it
that at those times I prefer dreams to reality