Dreams - Visitor's Love Poem

by Jessica

The night was not my problem
the dreams I had were, the dreams started to rip me apart.
They were painfully related to the
old memories of me and him.
Making it feel like reality.

And even though I knew
I would have to face it sometime
I still tried to avoid it.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t escape from the dream even though I really wanted to.
I wondered why I dreamed about him.
And then I thought about the saying…

A dream is a wish your heart makes.

I wondered if I was dreaming about him
because I was not over him, I had no clue.
I tried searching in my dream for anything
that could answer my question.
I was so confused.

My answer did not come.
I woke up and I didn’t know what to believe anymore.
Do I like him or do I hate him?

My dreams made me doubt my heart.
I didn’t know if the saying
a dream is a wish you heart makes is even true anymore.

I don’t even think it is.
It’s not worth the pain anymore.