My ex-girlfriend invited herself into my dreams last night
She wasn’t very welcome
But typically more attractive
It seems we rekindled our romance
Good kisser
Things went fine for a while
My family were there though
Seemed to ignore her
They knew, they know, she hurt me
I didn’t mind, good kisser
But then something changed
My subconscious remembered, recreated immaculately
Her darker side
She fought and bickered with me for a while
My distain grew
The kiss no longer mattered.
We often romanticise so much
Days, things, that have passed away
I needed that dream.
03.01.08
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