so that's what you dream about?


the dream of love

is a two-hearted dream

Bat for Lashes: Sleep Alone


XXII

I don't know if it was a dream.

Or maybe just parts of it.

I don't know if I'm still dreaming.

If any of it was ever my dream.

Or if it's always been his.

All I know is it's raining when I open my eyes in Grim's bed.

My knees hurt.

And he's gone.