Should've

I had a dream. It was a sad dream about a person who lost their love before they could work up the courage to tell them how they felt. In my dream, as it played through, I heard these words.

My heart is such a muddled mess, 

waiting for me to confess,

  my love for you.

I'm running through these entangling halls, 

being embraced by these entombing walls, 

reaching for you.

Back and forth,

  spiraling around, 

my hope is torturously beaten down, 

losing sight of you.

Torn and withered on the floor, 

somehow I'm no one anymore,

 except a person who was.

I lost you.