not sleeping anymore

you said

last night i had a dream
you came home
to find me asleep.
my hair, covering my face, was
twisted in pages
of the book i read.
and you,
told me that you loved me
for the first time.
and you,
carried me to bed
before i heard
a word you said.

in the morning,
light pours through
the shade of my window.
i get up, throw away my
favorite songs,
lay back on my pillow.
because i,
know it's wrong to dwell on
people who think
they're characters in books.
and believe them
when they tell you,
they never heard
a word you said.

posted by d @ 12:25 AM