You welcomed yourself into my dreams last night.
You told me that you loved me.
We were in my bed, and your arms were wrapped around me
I could almost smell the woodwork of your skin.
You loved me so much that I never needed to love myself– you always loved me enough for the both of us. I’m still trying to learn the concept of self love,
I try to remember how much you loved me
in hopes of digging up some leftover love
You told me that you would wait for me at the gates of heaven, but
I feel as if I had already died waiting for you at the front gates of my home.
I wish I could forget the thought of you,
but how could you teach someone to forget to think about
anything at all.