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Tiny Story by alphadragon
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I dreamt a dream that you were here,
And we were there,
And then was now,
And now was real.
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I tried to forget but you grew roots around my ribcage and sprouted flowers just below my collar bones. All day I pluck their petals but I have not yet ascertain whether you love me or not.
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I tried to forget but you grew roots around my ribcage and sprouted flowers just below my collar bones. All day I pluck their petals but I have not yet ascertained whether you love me or not.
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Do you ever feel so small and petty and evil? I learn from everyone and I am surrounded by the most amazing people. My feelings are still so hurt. There are and were walls around me and I’m willful. I don’t listen. And I miss you like something’s been torn out of me and you’re still my audience in my head. And I don’t want to want you. And I hate the circles.
After all, there are still so many adventures. I’m older now, I’m building in my own small way. No time for all the silly things I not-so-secretly want to be doing with you. Aching and scared, I would reach for you, but you’re still not there. You took care of me when I was so sick I couldn’t love, now I’m trying not to be that way again.
I hate the way I apologize to you. I don’t feel sorry, usually, when I say it. Just a little mad and resentful. I try to lull you back to a place where you can hear me. I’m trying to be honest. I don’t have any idea what love is anymore, if I love you, if I ever did. I only know that you drip from my pores like sweat. I break into pieces and still manage to be an asshole and fall right back to the place I obviously cannot be, but where you always seem to leave me.
I remember the journeys of our sleep. I worry about you intensely. I miss you. Make this right.
Incubus - I Miss You
you do something to me that i cant explain, so would i be out of line if i said that i miss you?
Forever reblog.
Nightmares never sound scary when you’re telling them to someone else. This one definitely won’t.
Last night, I dreamed we were there. You were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of me, looking into my eyes.
“Brown Eyed Girl.” You hummed a line and smiled.
You studied me quizzically and I was so nervous, I felt like I could jump out of my skin. My head went swimmy like it does with you and I felt my heart pounding. In that split second, my lucidity took over.
“You’re dreaming.”
You smiled, watching my eyes flicker as my subconscious tried to regain control.
You said, “Don’t go.”
But my Left Brain couldn’t let me stay. It’s afraid to spend too much time there where it has no control.
I woke up soaked in sweat despite the chilly night. I don’t know what is about you I’m meant to be around just to feel alive. I choose my dreams of you’re in them. Every time.
If that’s not a nightmare…
I had a dream we were lost in a huge house, wandering down halls and through doors, seeing everyone we knew along the way. When we finally met up in the red room at the top of the stairs, I was freezing to death. You smiled at this, joking that I’m always cold and assured me the only thing left to do was crawl into bed and pull the sheets overhead. You said, “I’ll keep you warm.”
