So much for dreaming
And it starts all over again, in time.
I find something, the real thing.
I become knowing you, and it’s just like coccaine.
Do I fall for you? I'm not sure yet.
But, the whole days getting better and better.
I love the way how you laughs,
And the way how you talks.
And I start missing you every night.
I start dreaming you in every sleeps.
Conversations, late night texts.
Photos, words, phrases, poems, songs.
I’m not hoping. I just…
And then I realize, days turn anything.
And it becomes so clear that you’re so far.
I’m not expecting.
It’s just not so easy.
I can’t be whatever I want.
All I’ll ever be is a slow, pale, hunched-over, dead-eyed zombie.
What did I think was gonna happen?
That she'd actually want to stay with me?
This is what I get for wanting more.
I should just be happy with what I had.