He was just a dream...

I received a text a quarter past 9pm from my ex. He gave me the impression that he was in town, and asked if I still lived at the same place. Puzzled, I asked him if he meant my apartment, and if it really was him I was talking to (I had deleted his number from my phone for fear of drunk texting, so only his number appeared with the message). He had sent me two messages and I replied twice before he answered, "Sorry... misunderstanding, haha." Sorry should be a sincere word. A misunderstanding should be unintentional, and "haha" is insensitive to the person who was hurt. I didn't want to think that maybe it was another girl he was texting- I wasn't in any right to be jealous. But hurting, yeah, that pained like a bitch. Physically, I reacted with such high-hopes and fast heart-rate. Mentally, I was crushed. I told him he "sucked" with a light-hearted "lol" I didn't mean. Our relationship is like that: Him 'unintentionally' contacting me, deciding against it, and me trying to amend his mistakes because I didn't want him out of my life completely. This is not a poem dedicated to him. He doesn't deserve dedication from me anymore. But for the people who give more than they take, and take less than they deserve, this is for you.


I try not to forget good memories,
Even when the breakup shows no apology.

I now know...
You are the dream fantasy
That never will stay next to me.

The one wish I make at night
The only end with no sight.

Memories of you and me,
Isn't another gift to throw out easily.

I wanted to know if it was that hard to decide
If I'm one-night Ms Wrong or possible Ms Right.

While I wait, all too late I start to see-
You give me nothing that I need.

So, as there's nothing left to take...
Excuse me, while I slap myself awake.