I made love to you this morning.
You didn’t know it, because it was only in my dreams.
But it wasn’t just sex this time.
Not like all the times I fantasized about you before.
It’s the first time you called me Baby.
And while trying to shove into oblivion, “feelings”, I couldn’t contain, poured out of me…
We had boundaries, to keep us safe – Gone.
We had rules – one word, they’re shattered.
Promised I wouldn’t love you – I’ve changed my mind now.
It all means more now.
“Hey baby” = “I love you”.
“Good morning baby” = “I love you”.
“Sweet dreams baby” = “I love you”.
“I miss you baby” means, “I love you”.
You can’t have it both ways:
(1) call me baby and beautiful, tell me you miss me, and have feelings for each other, but…
(2) we’re still nothing, it’s meaningless, that’s bullshit.
I never lost sleep over you before.
Now I lie awake for hours with my torturous wondering.
Until finally submitting to sweet haunting dreams of you.
Why did you have to call me that, Baby?