You tell me it was just a dream, to go back to sleep,
but how can I be assured,
when it isn’t a dream to so many?
You and her naked,
leaning across the plain of lust and disloyalty,
this can’t be easily erased from my memory.
Why is your dream self so cruel to me?
She’s everything I thought you’d give up on me for,
and she unlike you apologizes.
She’s got kitten eyes and a warm sheepish smile,
but yours is vacant and of pity.
You tell me how much better she is,
how your attraction to me has dissolved.
That familiar sensation creeps into my heart,
the one I’ve buried that was never resolved.
I beg and plead, remind you of your promises to me,
but you shrug and give no remorse.
Saying my final goodbye, I cry,
you comply with my embrace begrudgingly.
Deep in my heart I know you deserve no chance,
but I know I’ll afford you one anyway.
I suppose that’s the most frightening factor in this dream,
that I would give up everything to be with you,
including my health and my sanity.