I dream of you waking up entwined in the hair of perfection.
breath in and smell the scent that is not mine, but you smile nonetheless.
turn and wake to a familiar face, but not the one casts the same shadow as mine.
im slowly reminded of the weekend that first brought us together, and as slowly as it came, its is quickly changed into you falling in love with someone else the same way you did with me.
lets not joke anymore. im upset enough as is.