Dreams are stupid.
They are seducers,
sirens that lead you
to drown in your own desires.
Awake, you are put together.
You have no unmanaged feelings.
You don’t need anyone.
You don’t want a particular someone.
You are perfectly content.
And then, you sleep.
And the dreams are the bullies
and when you wake up you’ve been pantsed in front of the whole school.
You’re exposed,
humiliated
and everyone is laughing
even you are laughing
at yourself
on the outside.
(That pathetic kid who laughs
at his own torment,
hoping that can hasten its end.)
He held you
(in your dream)
He held your hand
(in your dream)
He told you he wanted to get you alone
(just a dream)
And you believed it.
(ha, ha)
And when the dream is over,
(they're all gonna laugh at you!)
he disappears,
his actions, his wants
are all void.
Nonexistent.
But what you wanted?
What you believed?
Vulnerable. Real.
There are no take-backsies.
Warm and blissful under the covers,
thinking you are safe,
certain you are wanted,
dreaming all good, and never in a million years
that your alarm will go off any second-
You are not really the Prom Queen.
Watch out!
The pig’s blood’s about to hit.