I hate when I dream about him.
It makes me forget all the bad and miss all the good.
The hurt dissolves leaving only desire.
The dreams make me believe what could have been; what should have been.
They leave my heart aching for what used to be.
Dreams like this anger me; make me feel foolish for a part of me still holding on.
Knowing it's all just a dream with real feelings and fabricated memories.
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