My love,
You visited my dreams again. I begged for you to stay and you did.
In my dream you meant it when you told me you love me. You held me in your arms and played with my hair.
In my dream I felt your lips upon mine. I felt your soft lips kiss and my desperation to keep that feeling for as long I could.
In my dream you fought to stay, you didn’t give up just because I did. In my dreams, I was worth the effort.
If there is a just god, he would have let me sleep forever. That way, I could dream of us staying together.
Instead I woke up. To an empty bed and your ghost haunting my room. You lied and said you loved me. But I was never worth putting any effort. The second I stood up for myself and asked for more you told me you couldn’t do that. That this is all you had to offer.
Am I a fool for wanting more? Am I forced to live a life without my love because I could not be satisfied with what I had?
