waking up

You are no longer of my dreams
Nor are you of my nightmare
Neither part of my happiness,
Or the cause of my despair.

I am no longer captured
By the thought of you
I am no longer enticed,
Dreaming of the things you do.

I am able to see in your eyes,
That there is nothing left.
That all that was once is gone
And now is the time to forget.

You are no longer of my dreams
Nor are you of my nightmare,
You are now but a memory
Of a love that was stripped so bare.

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