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My Subconscious Favors You

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by Laurenio567

by Laurenio567

Oh my god,

I think I want you.

Like really, really want you.

No,

come on,

Miss Overthink-It,

I should stop thinking

when I'm around you.

That actually might be worse

though.

See,

my subconscious tends

to favor you.

Remnants of my dreams

haunt me.

Ask me about those dreams

and I might try to lie.

Did we kiss in mine,

last night,

is that why

I'm blushing in the daylight?

It wasn't a dream

when you held me,

took a deep breath,

and whispered to me:

"Hey."

And my heart melts a little bit more.

What a simple thing to say,

and yet,

nothing else did this to me before.

Yeah, you're in my dreams.

Yeah this poem

has no rhythm

and is completely messy.

But I had to get it out.

I'll probably post it,

then come back and fix it,

somehow.