Love

It's confusing

Makes you

Breaks you.

The boy

His blonde hair dripping wet

His eyes like crystals

Stare into my soul

He asks me if I'm okay

But I'm not.

I'm not sure if I've ever been okay, quite frankly.

My brain is in another universe

Sometimes, I just dream.

I dream of the boy

His blonde, dripping wet hair

His crystal blue eyes

That stare into my soul

Dream of a better place

Dreaming

When the lights go out

I'll be back where I belong

Dreaming.

Dreaming.