Monday, August 19, 2013


I screamed as soon as I woke up from a bad, bad dream. I couldn’t put everything into words, but I could clearly see the picture of you in my head. And it sucks.

It sucks how after all my effort to ignore you, you still appear on my subconscious and I couldn’t do anything about it. It sucks how you make me hate sleep because every time I do so, I’m not sure what could be up for me when I close my eyes.

Suddenly, you’re there. And I hate it. No, I don’t hate you. I just hate the fact I’m still reminded of what could have been. I’m evoked how beautiful something could have happened. I remember everything I’ve been trying to forget.

My heart still breaks every time. Maybe I just miss you.

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