L u c i d Dreaming

Sunday morning,

Rain was falling,

I woke up to your shy smile.

I didn’t want you to leave

But I don’t have anything to offer.

Now my bed is burning,

You are not here

But I desire your presence

Anxiety kicks in

As I convince myself

That you are not coming back.

My mind is sore,

Three times I‘ve entered my room

Picturing you sleeping in my bed.

Did you dream about me?

Did you get high on me?

I don’t know what to do with you

If I should, even.

Partly not your fault,

But this is heavy.

You had the shinning on this fucked up day.

All in all, I know that love

Will always be an individual experience,

That butterflies eventually fly away

And that all we are left with

Are good memories to lead our way.