even in my dreams, you're talented at leading me on. no matter how over you i am, it always seems that it's not as over as i thought.
you hadn't invaded my dreams for weeks and just when i'm ready to breathe a sigh of relief, your presence inserts itself into my subconscious. the worst part is that i am always so happy to see you in these dreams, always ecstatic that you've returned. and then i wake up miserable and pissed off and missing you more than ever.
it'd be better to forget you, but
i don't really want to.