Its stuck on repeat in my head,The sort of dream a girl gets every so often,
I'd rather a wet dream than this sloppy shit. It's one of those dreams, a proper Taylor swift music video. You'd laugh, if you knew. Or perhaps you wouldn't, maybe you would tense up and we'd reach a crossroads, the tight low mumble of anger, the low growl of warning. I wonder how you would react. The idea that you might look up someday and see it in my sleepy eyes terrifies me. Some nights I can't sleep, I'm afraid to dream, afraid to wake up. I'm not allowed to dream these things but try telling my subconscious, it's not very helpful at the moment. I feel betrayed by my own sleep. Angry that I have to be on my guard so that you won't turn around and see me for what I truly am. In love with the unreachable.
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