Trapped in a Dream
It's hard being a hopeless romantic
when you don't even know if you want to be loved.
Like I can't imagine having to date someone,
but I can picture so clearly washing dishes with someone in the kitchen
as I splash water at them
and they swat me with a towel.
And I don't even know if I want to let someone know every part of me,
but I can picture being with someone on the couch,
my legs draped over their lap as we read books
their hand idly moving across my leg.
Getting distracted to talk about everything and anything that pops into our minds.
It's difficult being trapped in a beautiful mind,
where the dreams feel so real,
when the reality of the world is that it's crumbling
and I don't want what it has to offer.
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