The moments that we lay enwrapped in silence,
re-playing the most beautiful of our waking dreams are the times
I am reminded that life has yet to play all its joy cards.
The moments that we are in the same room but miles apart,
wishing that life had never let our paths cross,
watching all our waking dreams crumble is when I realize
that you hurt me only because you can
and mostly because I let you.