There was me, there was you. There was me, there was we. Then there was you and that douche. Now there’s me and Deja vu. Lost in a dream without you.

A dream without you is like a soldier with no army. The world against you, not a clue as to what you should do. A prisoner of war, in the land of the free. Trapped just thinking about that life of we. In reality it’s just me, living a healthy life, miserably.

Go to sleep miserably, wake up happily in a dream with you and me. Holding each other, cuddling lovingly, kissing me sensually. What seems like eternity only a few hours. Close my eyes only too realize that I fell asleep with you as a fantasy. Felt like ecstasy and then it hit me. I’m back in reality, like life just took a shit on me. Never-endingly hoping that someday we could be together happily. Until then, I relapse my fantasy.