dreamer

I could know not 
what is spoken in sleep,
unless you slept next to me.

Even in my dreams you tell me
you could never love me.

I am a wild messy thing.

From far away.
I love the corners of your mouth.
From far away
I know you never loved me.

I am a wild messy thing.
Too much for you.
Too much for me.

If you think you could,
if you want to try,
I’ll still be dreaming 

of your goodbye.