I think sometimes you are borrowed,
and it’s a strange transaction
because when we borrow something
we are supposed to give it back
but when I borrowed you,
I was supposed to make you mine permanently.
I am sorry, I tried, but I couldn’t do it.
So I returned you,
and paid the interest for returning you.

Dear dreams,
I think sometimes you can be stolen,
I didn’t know that could even be done,
I didn’t even know I had you,
But now you are theirs
and I wonder how once you were mine,
and how I never realized
but maybe I see you
only when I see you with someone else.

Dear dreams,
I think sometimes you can be faithless,
I loved you, and gave you my all,
I was possessed, I was obsessed,
You were a miracle, you were magical,
I thought we would last a lifetime
until one day you left for good.
You never gave a reason,
for such a brutal decision,
but what could I do?
I still wait for you.

Dear dreams,
I think you can be too dreamy.
Sometimes I think I’d overdose
on the amount of hope you give me
consuming my days and nights,
over things that will never come true,
but you’d still find that little silver lining,
tease and dance with reality,
all my waking life
and yet still be a fantasy.

Dear dreams,
I think you are beloved,
at last, at least,
I don’t know what I did to deserve you,
I can’t even recall how or when we met,
but I am glad it’s us.
Sometimes I am scared about how I will make it work,
sometimes I am sure that either one of us would be a jerk,
but it is what it is now – you and me,
maybe not eternal,
but together we can create something that perhaps lasts eternity.
Together we can at least try.

Dear dreams,
I think you are deceptive,
Where does all the pixie dust go when you become real?
How come you become so normal and ordinary
when you stop being a dream and start being my life?
When your flaws overshadows your beauty?
When my complaints overshadows my gratitude?
When you are my present, you don’t seem like a present,
and the old you evolves into something new,
and the old chase continues.

Dear dreams,
You are strange but here’s the thing;
I still see you.
I see you when I am asleep,
I see you when I am awake,
I see you when I don’t see you,
I see you when I can’t,
I see you when I want,
I see you when I am not supposed to see you,
I see you all the fucking time.

Yours,
A Dreamer

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