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Feeling my way through a dream I had.

I never meant for this to happen,

How could it?

I do not wish to betray the person I love the most,

However I am beginning to question even that.

My heart does not waiver,

When I think of him,

Then how does my mind,

When the night has entered?

 

Perhaps passion is lacking,

"I love you" sits on lips,

Unsaid.

 

How could I think such awful things,

Even in a state of sleep?

Not a fantasy,

That is for sure,

But something is wrong,

And I fear the solution.

Author's Note

Again, freewriting.