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