Last Night

Last night, I was lying in my bed looking at the ceiling. I didn't know if I was waiting for it to bang me or for something to come out from it.  I was just starring at it with an empty mind. I was savoring the moment, until I had tasted something familiar but different. It wasn't a taste I usually feel by my tongue. Only to found out  my thoughts were already open untrammeled. It was the taste of your lies, of your tracks when you cheated on me, of the pain that had made me crazy.

And suddenly, I thought of you . . .

I thought of you with a hatred. I flipped myself facing my pillow and leaning on my arms. I took a heavy breath and from deep in my lungs I let out a depressing sob through out my lips. I was crying and I hate it but I couldn't argue with my subconscious. It was controlling me, saying that I awfully need it. After a half of an hour, I found myself at the very same spot where I had seen you feeling his lips with yours. It was kind of weird, it was sort of a Déjà Vu, because the same thing happened - 

you were there and . . .

kissing him. You turned off the lights and were about to close the windows, when I suddenly open my . . .

eyes and realized something.

MAN!!!!!! I was just dreaming.  A dream that I actually did once see in reality. haha.