Let’s not talk about daydreams anymore.
Or those times where we fill each other’s baggage
when unloading wasn’t an option.
Let’s not think of all the possibilities
that life gave us the moment we believed we were each other’s dream come true.
A part of me already wants you out.
A part of you is what my void disregards now.
I would not want to settle for the past that keeps me awake at night;
so let us just pretend that this never happened.