Dreamer Like Me

This love that I’ve seen,
and everything it has been,
has fluctuated;
from being
a warm reverie,
a cold memory,
and everything else,
that is in between.

But what matters; is that despite,
all that it does, with no respite,
blurring the lines
between wrong and right,
I have remembered how to breathe,
I have remembered what I need,
I have realized love is too real,
for a dreamer like me.


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