last night I had a dream
you were okay,
had got in touch, so I
got off the train
to see you
standing in the doorway
smiling, saying,
"silly thing, don't worry"
legs
gave out
so fucking weak
under the weight of being happy,
you had to hold me up.
last night i dreamt
i fucked it up.
like, everything.
gave in to my
worst impulses
just how i knew i would
and you stood,
simple, smiling,
watching as i burnt
my life for you.