You are everywhere. Your words echo against me.

Your hands, your eyes are an unintentional cage.

Your confident smile is an unexpected trap.

I want to replay, replay, replay what you said. The tone haunts me.

Haunts me like a dream come true. You are what I always wanted.

You are a spell, waiting for me to catch your eyes and fall helpless

To you. You are limitless and I am powerless and you take control

Without knowing it. You lead me. Where is this going?

This is not love. Is my heart drawn to strangers for real?

Why would I lie to myself? Again and again. I don't have enough answers.

There are too many questions. You give me pride and doubt.

You are an enchantment and a curse.

You occupy everything, yet I don't know who you are.

You are many, many memories. You are everyone.

Your eyes catch me in the act, but I am not reprimanded.

Your words instead build me up into a spectacular dream of a stratosphere.

Everyone hears you. I am the center, and for one day, I am in my prime.

Then possibly forever, I leave. And one last glimpse of you stays like a ghost of a memory.

Your voice in my head burns me down, then brings me to rise from my ashes.

Firebird wings. My memories want words, but nothing describes you.

Your voice in my head is what I wanted. Yet it brings a backwards,

Wrong feeling into my head, along with the inexplicable rush

At being discovered. So close to having my worst fear realized.

I have no control over what I say. Or don't. You are the unknown. You are powerful over me,

Power is dangerous, and I am helpless. Yet I am safe. I do not reach for a shield

Or a rope to bring me far, far away. Your name sounds like safety to me. Decisive. Kind.

My heart may be betrayed, deluded. Projecting the horrible feeling to convince me.

But my mind is drawn to strangers. Despite the pain, the wonderful, strange

Joy in my thoughts almost consumes everything. And after a while,  I almost enjoy the hurt.

I almost want it. I cannot stop playing back your voice.

Your confidence in me, in yourself, is contagious.

You let yourself love because you are not afraid. I can only out of utter forced ignorance.

Pretending I don't know any better. Because I want to. I want to need someone.

And I need you, if only memories of you. I might not know who you are, but from now on

You are part of my imagination. I will admit it. I need you. I absolutely do.

Desperately. Even if you don't exist. So I won't give up these memories.

I know that reason surpasses all else. My mind is a better guide than my heart.

So I will let myself need you. And you will be there forever.

Because you don't exist,

You are mine. Mine.