The Heart Broken Dreamer The dreams are in my head again, the dreams of us, the dreams that came true. Sadly, not all dreams are pleasant, others were nightmares. Others like the time I had nightmares you had left me. Left me alone and I was broken. Broken cause maybe they were no longer dreams and nightmares.

Before Then and After Before I used to wake up with grief and spent the day longing and then the next, the same. Everday just got bleaker and I felt a lack in my chest that was nothing but emptiness. Then I found a reason. I found that days started to shine and have more meaning. I woke to a bliss in knowing your comfort. I felt my days go by brighter than ever. My chest was filled. After Now, I wake. I wake to a grief that made my grief before nothing. I would go on trying to grasp every small idea to why this would ever happen. I felt my days fade and felt only a shadow of whats left. Altough I was filled, I felt a different pain, a pain of tearing and breaking.

Can you tell me the story? How you and I found the cracks and the holes on our hearts? How we bandanged it together? How we healed? And. How we fell apart once more?

Im sorry, all that I can give you is genuine love, too bad thats not what people want anymore.

Later The Dreams Speak The dreams were terrible, they were nightmares, I had you, had you. Damned stories used to say that dreams come true.