The not so feelings

 i wake up in the morning hoping that maybe something’s happened while i was asleep, that maybe i’ve moved on, i’ve let go. i go to sleep at night knowing i’ve spent another day being stuck, missing you and being stubborn. i go to sleep hoping that tomorrow i will awake with a brand new consciousness. i go to sleep hoping i will never miss you this way again - never this hungry, never this desperate. i go to sleep afraid to dream.