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You fade in and out of my life, whimful and as unexpected as a dream,
But weather it's a bliss or a nightmare, I'm not yet sure.
Because just when I think I've gotten you all figured out, you prove yet again that you are nothing like you seem.
The mixed signals you send me causes way too much confusion to endure.
But somehow, deep down I hold onto a last hope that something for once will work out.
Though the rest of me knows that it isn't possible.
The logical part of my mind is trying to defend my heart, making me aknowledge my doubt.
It's painful, one minute I completely have your attention, the next I feel as if I'm not even audible.
I push you out of my thoughts when needed during my waking time when my mind wanders.
But against my will, my subconscious bring you to my dreams and I can't sleep.
Unlike real life, I keep a cool head, so sure of myself I don't even stutter.
I feel your arms wrapped around me, and I enjoy the moment when I can, because I know it's not real, it's not something I get to keep.
Then morning comes and I must wake.
Even when the dawn washes over me, I can feel the ghost of your touch on my skin.
As real as I wish it was, reality has my hopes to take.
Shaking off the pointless dream, I have to divert my attention, not allowing the feelings of longing and helpless self-pity back in.
But once I lift my pen, I can't help but let the feelings flow.
I try to hide what I'm going through inside,
But maybe once on paper, I can let those emotions go,
And then, finally sure of myself, I'll no longer have to hide.