In the day I busy myself until you are pushed back into the corner of my mind.
But at night you come back when I sleep.
Hope you aren’t thinking about me like this.
It’s more than painful.
Good dreams are nightmares when you realise they can’t be real.
I just wanted to talk. The one talk you always avoided.
The one that ended up fucking shit up.
I feel alot better after trying to put in words how confused I feel..