running from awake...

Why must you always leave when my dreams end?
you swore that abandonment was a word you didn't know...
promises, damn promises in twilight that sting my eyes
You are the worst of them all, for you I still believe;
Each detail so sweet and real, you are invisible...but I am not
I cannot love you any more, or hate you any less
Confused, perplexed, yet always waiting for sleep to sweep me up into your strong arms.
I cannot miss you..you whom I know better than any other him...
If we passed each other on a crowded street would we know it? Could we possible not?
Would you be man enough to show it? Would I be strong enough to fall to pieces into your arms...only one thing will tell, one meeting, and not these lucid experiences that leave me feeling like something you scraped off the bottom of your lovliest pair of boots...
Oh, leave me, don't keep me prisoner of the night
please, don't leave me...keep me just once upon awakening, and I shall die a happy woman....