In my dreams we’re always fighting.
I haven’t begun to make an effort to prohibit my thoughts.
You’ll continuously say pleasant things in an effort to make me grow fonder, but I can’t look you in the eye because I know you don’t mind what you utter.
In my dreams you’re ashamed of me, but you’ll always keep me within your slight because you’re not through with me.
You’ll try really hard to protect me, but I’ll always be frightened of you.
In my dreams I’m always crying.
I’ll try so hard to apologize for the things I have no control over, and you won’t forgive me but will contemplate it for a slightest moment; if only for that moment.
In my dreams I haven’t stopped trying, although you’ve pleated my escape.
You’ll only abandon me, and I’ll only consider.
You don’t owe me anything.