Nightmares hurt.
The emotional pain,
and the physical pain.
I can't count
how many times
I've woken up
to be
haunted by
my own
mind
and what
I think of.
I can't even
imagine
the times
I've woken up
with a
headache,
a heartache,
or both.
I can't begin
to reason
why my mind
has such a
vivid
perception
of what
a gunshot
feels like.
Or what
drowning
would be like.
But I've
dreamed them
so many
times,
It feels
like I've
lived them.
And please don't think
for a second
that's every
night.
There are the
good dreams
too.
The happy ones
where
everything
is alright.
But those hurt
way more.
Because
when I wake up,
I can
feel them being
torn away
by Morning.

Two lovers on opposite sides of the world.
Lover one sleeps while the other is awake,
Lover two dreams while the other works


Although they are different,
Although they are far far apart,
All they know is their love for each other.


Two lovers on opposite sides of the world.
Lover one has found out where lover two is,
Lover two has always known where the other is.


Although they have not met,
Although they have yet to talk,
All they know is their love is forever.

Two lovers on opposite sides of the world.
Lover one walks towards lover two,
Lover two follows his heart towards the other.

Although they are tired,
Although they seem to have walked forever,
All they know is their need to be together.


Two lovers on opposite sides of the world.
Lover one finds themselves alone where the other was,
Lover two is still missing a half where lover one once stood.


Although they walked towards each other,
Although they followed their hearts,
All they know is they walked different paths,
And never met along the way.


Two lovers, again on opposite sides of the world.
Lover one sobs silently into the shoulder of their invisible other,
Lover two cries silently at the absence of a lover.


Although they are missing a half,
Although they are hurting,
All they know is their love for each other.

Hope:
“a desire for a certain thing to happen”, according to the dictionary.
And yet Hope grants no wishes.
He pushes the doubt to the back of your mind.
Until you’re fully convinced nothing bad will ever happen.

Hope hurts, I’ve learned.
He betrays the most innocent.
He beats you up and shoves you to the ground.
Why?
Because why not.

Hope is like that ex that turns up just to spite you.
Hope is that guy you were in a serious relationship with, then suddenly cheated on you with your sister.
He brings your spirits up just to smash them back into the cold, hard, ground.

His enemy is Disappointment.
He’ll try so hard to keep you away from her.
He’ll say “I’m protecting you from her”.

When you meet Disappointment, however, it’s somewhat of a relief.
She welcomes you with open arms.
She’ll hug you tight, until you’ve melted into her embrace.

But now you’re stuck with her.
She’s a little rude, definitely honest, and sad.
Really sad.
And yet she’s better than being with Hope, even though she coaxes the tears from your eyes so they flow like a river.

But Hope seems so much worse. Because Hope makes everything better before he destroys it.
Disappointment, at least, you know what you’re getting into.

You brace yourself for her.
You know she’s coming.
Hope is the unexpected one.
The surprise you never wanted.
The surprise you never needed.