Dreams

 I get a message and it's 2 p.m. or later

Saw it coming one day, but not so soon

I go to get my stuff, see you at the altar

You tell me "instead of her, it could have been you".

Then it's mid-day and you hear about my love life

You hear fake rumors and leave me in the dust

And yelling, mad, you shut the door as goodbye

"You were my first love, I'm sorry you are not the last."

You hold me in your arms and tell me that you love me

Like never before, you've chosen to feel

But then the alarm rings and suddenly wakes me

And lets me know all of this was just another dream.

I wrote my nightmares into poems - millions

Just 'cause you would not hear all my love

I pour feelings on paper - billions

My therapist won't tell me I was wrong.

But maybe you were just a dream too

Too bad to be perfect, too good to be true 

Maybe one day I'll wake up and see

That I've never missed you and you've never missed me