My Bad Dream Is Reality

I close my eyes as I try to push it back in my mind It’s just wasted time The memories are embedded The feelings cemented in here There is no escape No freedom to be found They are a part of me Who I am Who I will remain Happiness short-lived, Usurped by a constant pain A brokenhearted melancholy I cannot sleep I cannot eat I cannot live I cannot be me anymore When I close my eyes, You’re still staring at me On your porch that pretty summer night The words I hear, Enter my ears, And infect my heart As you begin to stumble in telling me, That we are falling apart I open my eyes, And to my demise My bad dream is reality A look in the mirror, Red, sleep-deprived eyes staring into me It’s no surprise you couldn’t handle me I’ve been trying to for years I wish there was a way That I could go back to that day When you told me your reaction to when I confessed my true feelings It could have ended then, That April day Life would have been easier I do believe There wouldn’t be so much attachment, Resulting in less to be grieved It would have been so much easier, If I were the one setting you free