The nights when I don’t drink are the worst
At least when I drink I can be numb and not feel
When I don’t drink then the dreams come
Dreams that are so tantalising and real
I don’t want to wake up
But when I do its like I’ve been kicked in the stomach
I could have a perfectly OK day and at night the dreams come
They ruin everything and make me curl into a smaller bundle
Dreams of us, dreams of our times together, dreams of our planned future
It’s gut wrenching and knocks me back down to the bottom of my ladder