Love's Hangover

Every day, I wake up with a headache.
Flashes of the ever occurring dream rush back.
Nostalgic and menacing, I'm left to feel hungover.
I lie there in numbing agony. Wishing to fall back into slumber.
rolling over on to my back,  I gaze up and see her again.
Floating above me, with eyes glimmering white.
Consumed in trepidation, I close my eyes and silently cry.
Why is this happening to me?
Haven't I been punished enough?
Yet, no matter what I do, it all still ends with you.
this love I cannot have, has worn me out.
There is a Perfect Lover,and above me she hovers.
Burning inside, the answer I've tried to deny.
My Guardian Angel is the one I've been loving to death.