I lay here feeling sick and alone. Getting nothing but casual texts. 

Tomorrow will be interesting. Not knowing what he'll do when he sees me.

Hoping for the best. Expecting the worst.

Everyone has to move on some day. 

Falling asleep into the dreams that terrify me most.

The nightmares that summon me to a night full of heart break and screams. 

I await for the dream that gives me hope instead of doubt.

Can't come soon enough.