Dreams

Dreams are such a funny thing,
Most nights I dream about you.
Some good, some bad.
Last night was bad.
I woke up crying, thinking it was real.
You were horrible to me,
Getting back with an ex and rubbing it in my face,
It makes me doubt my trust,
Surely If I dream the same dream night after night,
It shows that maybe its true?
And your lieing to me...
Again.
I havnt forgot about you lieing.
It runs through my brain constantly.
Engraving its thoughts deep within.
One day I'll forget,
One day we will be happy.