Dreams

It's hard when you are given your dream, to hope for, to talk about, to plan. You spend the whole night making these plans. And in one heartbeat, one moment, in the space of one breath, it's lost. You're told it will be not months like you saw but many many years before it will come to pass. Why, why, why would you even bring it up, open that box and let all of it out? Why can't he just leave it alone? Everytime I start to belive I'm happy and that it doesn't matter, He feels the need to rip it open again. To bring out all of those feelings that I have Those wants and dreams that I have given up on, those needs that I had talked myself into beliving I didn't need. I'm sure if I keep telling myslef it doesn't matter then in a week or two I will belive it. They say if you tell yourself a lie long enough it becomes the truth. I'm sure it's easier the second time around...