Dreaming of the wrong one

I have no idea what I’m thinking as I write this, 

I’m just sick, this.. lust disease is eating at me.

I see her when I sleep, I hear her when someone tells a joke, or catch a glimpse of her smile, and everything’s alright for a while.

But really I’m dying, I’m longing and I swear to god I’d keep crawling even if I was blown apart it’s not enough they have to take my heart. I love you… or is it just the thought of you?… I’m dreaming of the wrong one, the one that feels like everything I ever wanted, I love her.