I did not dream of you,
like I usually do
Instead, I dreamt of other girls
It’s kind of hazy now but
I was laughing with them
The mood was pink-ish,
too happy, too unreal
Perhaps I want to be happy,
subconsciously, as all humans hope
It feeds me with illusions
that I could be happy
But love is a choice
and my choice is you
the you in all my poems
My consciousness seeped into the
forbidden dream and as they intertwined
and cross faded, I begun to realise that
I was having this dream
I woke up feeling sad that I had
this dream at all but I guess my
consciousness and subconsciousness
are twins with different personalities
afterall.
I did not dream of you
but I wish I did