My Dreams Are Better

I love you dearly,
More than I can express.

We hold each other fondly,
Our love together is strong.

But my dreams are better,
Than waking up with you.

In my dreams I’m with the man
Whom I truly love.

The events that tore us apart,
Are forgotten and I’m happy.

When I’m awake,
I see you and think:

My dreams are better,
Than waking up with you.

He was the one and only,
I thought we’d grow old together.

Though now he’s gone,
I still go on.

All I’m left with you
And his visits to my dreams.

I can’t wake up with him,
So I wake up with you.

(Uh, no idea where this came from. Most of my poems evolve from a sentence popping into my head. In this case it was: “My dreams are better, Than waking up with you.” I thought to myself: “Ouch, that is so cold…” And then just started writing it on the bus-ride to school. I didn’t actually have real people in my head (or did I?), I just thought it made an interesting story/poem. This poem doesn’t rhyme! Or it shouldn’t! Except for that second last coupling. That was an accident and I would change it if I didn’t like it so much. Anyway, I’m not much of a poet, so your feedback and muchly appreciated)