I dream of you every night,
And it’s always the same;
You sneak into my semi conscious brain
With the subtle footsteps
Of foamy seawaves on a very windy day,
But, that’s okay,
I mean, writing you love letters before I even knew you existed?
I might not know what subtle is,
But if you open the dictionary to the word that’s the opposite of it,
You’re gonna find my picture.
See, you visited me one night,
So is it really my fault if I only sleep in hopes that you will maybe once again?
But I only catch glimpses of your shadow here and there,
I chase your footsteps across the ruins of my mind,
And I think I’m only going around forming crop circles in the blue flower fields.
But then, I wake up in the mornings to 4 PM sunbeams, golden and lovely, scattered all over my pillows and on my cheeks,
And really, I think you need to stop playing this hide and seek with me,
Just drop over into my reality the way I drop my pencils all over the place,
And believe me, love, I’ll draw you like it’s the only thing I’ve ever lived for,
Because that’s true,
And I’ll make you my best masterpiece.
Just the way you are.
I sleep with the nightlight on these days,
And my father looked at me like he didn’t know who I was anymore the next morning
After he saw the faint light peek out under my door one night,
But you change me into someone I never knew I wanted to be,
And I’m here waiting for you with my nightlight on,
In hopes that maybe if you sneak by into my dreams again,
I’ll wake up with your laughter streaked across my eyelids,
In hopes that maybe I’ll see it clearer,
Remember it this time,
Sew your crescent lips into the dark split seconds of each blink,
Hold it close every time the world goes black.
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