I see a figure in my dreams

Almost every night now it seems

Brown hair.

Cute smile.

It's him.

I don't know if I truly feel this way though,

maybe it's me trying to escape my nightmares

by staring into his eyes as they glimmer like gems, and trying to picture myself with him.

Or maybe the way I can't think when we talk

and the way I always think about when I'm going to see him again

Proves that I do feel it

and I think he notices,

but even so, our conversations always get cut short

as I'm taunted with the read receipts

he so graciously leaves on my phone.

If only he would text me first

So I can lie to myself

and pretend that he feels it too

so I don't have to get jealous whenever I see him with someone new.

but I know he doesn't

and he probably never will.

But swallowing the truth is such a bitter pill.