My Aim Is Only True When I'm Aiming At You
I have dreams all the time these days. You are always in them and they sometimes come in threes in one night. Sometimes you know me. Sometimes you don't and sometimes I pretend not to know you. I always wake up heart broken and in pain simply because I wake up alone. I only dream when I'm alone. I'm only good when I can see me in eyes of someone who loves me. I'm only considerate under those watchful eyes. I can only heed so much caution before I break from boredom but in hindsight, the caution was what saved the body from the beast. But, with only dream to tempt my aggression to fail, I have little excuse for not lashing at the world with both arms as hard as I can. I throw everything I own out the window. I claw every hair out of my head. I bang on every door and yet it's only in dreams where I get to pretend I don't know you. It's only at night that I can aim for your heart.
