I had put you in a box...

I had put you in a box a long time ago,

To be talked about the way we talk about things we convince ourselves we don’t regret.

But I do... Well I did.

Dreams are a funny thing that come at you with a stabbing pain.

You were a good dream this time and that has irked me.

It seems as though you have escaped your allocated box, you‘re all mixed up now.

I am all mixed up now .

A year ago, I would have flinched or cursed at you appearing in this manner. But now I feel a strange numbness.

Nevermind, not numbness that was a lie, it‘s more like the tingling after the too hard scrubbing in a boiling shower.

I did this after you.