I’d rather not dream at all

In my slumber
its your hands around my waist

your fingers tracing my skin

your lips kissing away my pain 

and its your voice whispering all good things to me

but then i wake up

and its your hands that are absent 

your lips on a can of cheap beer 

instead of passionately placed on mine

and its your voice saying to me the things I’d rather not hear

are these dreams or are they nightmares?