In Dreams.

I have thoughts of my past lover, they creep and open doors, doors I cannot close. He comes to me late at night and early in the morning. When he no longer lingers in my mind, I whisper in agony, hoping he can answer and feel my thoughts until they no longer shout. I have memories I cannot recall, they come to me like déjà vu, the empty void that exists in my mind gets bigger, I'm afraid it will soon swallow me whole. 
I secretly want more. I want him; I want every pain, scar, memory, loneliness he carries. I want to drink his sorrow and eat his grief. I want to tell him stories of how I came to be, how I slayed the dragon that caught me. 
I want to tell him, the rescuer who never came. Is it wrong for me to want you? Is it wrong to want my desires fulfilled? I wonder if I come to you, at night, in dreams, in the day, as memories. Do I haunt your hours the way you haunted mine.

I waited for you. 
When I finally meet you. I want to tell you, I loved you before I was even born.