You're Supposed to be Gone.

Last night I had another dream about you. Even though i've sworn to forget.

I think i saw you in your car, the same care from before, the one i couldn't name. And i was with Chelsea, it might have been Daisy. It was one of my friends that matters but I never see but their memory affects me.

We saw you and they (my friend) told me to say hello. I was hateful and angry but mostly scared and excited. I said hello.

You were bigger than when I was with you and you asked me if i wanted to hang out.

I said yes and we went to Starbucks to have a cookie and you had some coffee and I knew i wasn't supposed to be there.

I was supposed to be with Him, not You. I was supposed to be with tthe Him that matters to me, the real one, the one that doesn't just come in dreams. But that didn't make me leave. Everyone said I should stay.

We talked of things I can't remember and I lied about it later.

That's all that seems clear to me now.