My Dream

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I’m trying my dream out—
scared it might go south
tiptoeing around the edges
before I get fully invested.
Rested, I wish to be feeling
like I am when daydreaming.
The desires that I’m trying—
why does it feel terrifying?
When it is called a dream
but makes me want to scream
or gasp for air like drowning
in a pile of all my failed calling.

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They both had their own 

dreams for themselves,

the story they wanted to 

create is now on the shelves.

The toll they had to pay 

was to cast their love aside,

there are rules in this game 

and they chose to abide.

They were a story that everyone 

thought that could last forever,

they were unstoppable and

could withstand any weather.

But in order to reach their goal 

they had to forget one another,

to forget the relationship 

they had built together.

The decision they had made,

was it really worth it in the end

when at the end of the day

they sleep alone in their beds?