There were days when I dreamt coming home to you would be like falling in a bed of roses, finally having a soft place where I could rest. But I woke up to find the thorns, cut through my heart and the love I had in it for you, was slowly bleeding away. What got left behind was the ugly bruise, I so desperately tried to hide with wishful thinking.
I dreamt you as my soldier of love, my guardian who'd steady me as the world goes crumbling down. But I woke up to find when it all came crashing, the angry shards ripped through who I was until I lost sense of all feeling and fell to the ground hurt.
I laboured away my day and night to build you enchanted castles in the open sky with these grains of sand, so that we may spend our life as one. Believing, the love in my eyes would strengthen you as you'd reach to lift me up from the ground. But your hand never came and I was scorched and blinded by the sun as I looked up to find you.
And so my dreams of finding a hero ended as I looked around to find myself as alone as I always had been.
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