Fake Scenarios
We're holding hands
I cling on to you, mine to keep.
And I know you're not leaving
Because of the way you're
Holding on to me
Like I'm someone too precious
To let go off.
You tell me
That life would be bland
Without my presence near yours.
But would you know
How desperate my heart
Would feel without your love?
I think this as I gaze
At your earthy brown eyes.
Smack!
I fall flat on my face.
Back to reality, back to what is.
You're holding hands with another girl,
As I see you walk towards me.
You reach out a hand for mine
As the other girl makes sure I'm fine.
It's a short time
When my hands are intertwined with yours.
I silenetly laugh at my habit.
Oh, it's never going to be like that.
It's just another thought that my imagination
Decided to create
In order to trick my heart
Into what cannot be.
Another day, another time.
I see you running around
With our friends.
You're smiling, making jokes
Without a care.
I approach and you run over eagerly,
Hugging me like I've been gone
For ages on end.
"Hey! Wait up!"
I snap my attention
To someone else.
It's not you.
And I'm happy.
It's someone who's a better friend
Than you ever were.
They ask if I'm alright.
If I've ate yet.
If I need help.
I tell them,
"No, I'm fine, I was just daydreaming.
Nothing important."
But I realized that I've become addicted.
Addicted to my damaging immagination.
Something so sweet that can be so sickening.
Creating fake scenarios;
An addiction oh-so sweet.
Immagination;
Using it to the brink of mental destruction.
So easy to manipulate,
Yet so difficult to dispose of.
Reality can sometimes be a pain.
But it's a monster that's needed
To soothe the addiction.
My mind lacks the filter
To stop the power of my immagination.
Sometimes, it makes it difficult
To understand what is fiction
And what is nonfiction.
Leading to mentally create people
Into what they really aren't.
But don't thoughts manifest
When you least expect it?
Is it a reason why my immagination
Loves to create what I know will never be?
You tell me.
Tell me it will happen for once.
So this addiction
Will take its leave.
And take its final bow.