it's only a week
a blink of the time
and it'll be over
all over again
everything will be fine
it's the reality, not a dream anymore
you kiss a photograph in your wallet
the one you two took while being drunk
kissing groping and laughing
it'll be just alright
you bite the inside
of your mouth lips twisted
it's okay to feel scared
it's okay to care
too much just because
you finally could've
but then the updates
come and it's no longer
fine dreams merging
with the thoughts
shots fuzzy words a code
you cannot comprehend still after
an hour
your stale walls break
at such a jigsaw
you know you knew the answer but really
it doesn't matter anymore
a meeting, let's meet
the telephone purring in the silence
of your fingertips
meet me fuck with my brain
all over again
show me that caring
only hurts
over and over again
acting out the schemes of the dreams
and then you still
feel blood circling through
your cells even
when it's over
and this time
it's over outside the dreams