Why do you guest star

masquerading as perfection

drilling yourself deeper

in my mind?

My fascination with you

subconsciously

showing up in my dreams

it's absurd.

When reality arrives

as my alarm clock sings

I couldn't care less

about you

our nonchalant past

the few moments we shared.

All I feel is indifference

when you enter my unconscious

remnant smoke of an old flame

a figment of a shadow

in my imagination.

Leave my dazed head

stay away from my dreams

you don't belong there

anymore.

Hey Everyone!!  Dreams are a funny thing, especially since they are a part of our subconscious. You can be over someone and they'll suddenly be the guest star in your dream making you confused all over again. I hope you liked this poem. Drop me a note to tell me what you think.

-- Eliana