On nights like these I hate when those feeling I’ve repressed for so long come crashing through my dreams. It’s as if they show themselves to remind me that I am a slave to my own desires. My mind is my own but my heart belongs to you and it’s tortured when thoughts of you come barging in and are silenced out of my fear. Not fear of rejection, you’ve already told me that you loved me and I love you too. But it’s fear that even though we both know how we feel its not enough. My fear won’t let me ask questions because sometimes it’s better thinking you fell out of love with me than to think you still want me. You live too far, you’re too selfish, too prideful, too…self destructive. You can seem so calm when I’m screaming on the inside and all you have to say to let me go is “I don’t love you”. But for some reason you hold on to me and it’s not fair because I wake up on nights like these and hate that I still love you.