Dream Man [pt 4]

I had opened my eyes to him.
I had saw who he was,
and I was disenchanted.
He was not who
I thought he would be.
He was not that man
who haunted my dreams anymore.
He was the stranger
I had met in a cold world.
He noted the change in me,
but did not make a mention of it.
He could feel me slipping away,
pushing him away.
I was selfish then.
I saw him no for the man he was,
but for the man I had wanted.
When I had saw him in this light,
I knew that I could not stay with him.
And he had known it too,
earlier than I ever did.
As my grip on him slipped,
he found safe landing with another.
The last dreamlike trait of this man was his honesty.
When he had finally told me
of his love for a different woman.
I had cried yes,
and I cried because
dreams for me finally ceased to exist.
And that is when my grip on him finally released.
Every dream I had, had as kid was erased.
I dreamed, but I never dreamed.