DREAM.

she used to think he was a dream.

that she would wake up one day and he would be gone. that he would take with him everything they had together and not look back. or maybe look back and laugh at her, as she watched him go. her face a mix of disbelief and knowledge.

yesterday, he was a dream.

he surprised her and loved her. he proved that he wasn't just a dream and for a minute, she believed him. she didn't want to leave, not even though she had to get up early. she didn't want to leave because she knew that, though he proved he wasn't a dream, she would wake up and he would be.

she woke up today and thought it might be different. she always thinks that its different. he convinces her he loves her but then he proves her wrong.

sex and drugs and money isn't compatible with live and laugh and love. she knows which one she is, but she can't figure him out. he hasn't figured himself out.

living the life of covering tracks and smiling up, he may lose the things he wants. he is grown up but he isn't mature. he is smart but he isn't wise. she looks to the future and he lives for the now.

how can they love each other when he doesn't know who he is.

how can they love each other if he is the first while she is the second.

how can they love each other when she knows she loves him more but lets him claim it.

maybe it's time to wake up;

but sleeping is always better.

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