i'm okay with you never wanting me, i think.
what we are and what i want us to be don't have to be the same thing.
i can meet you in dreams where no one will ever know,
or maybe through paper and ink and words that are slow.
i remember the late night heart pangs even if you can't,
and i hear your name when the love lyrics chant.
and i'll be fine if you promise to meet me in the middle of the night.
it doesn't have to be real, and it doesn't have to be tonight.
it can be pretend. in my wildest dreams.
i'll be sleeping with one eye open, dreading the moment i'm awoken.