You
How long will it take them to realize
That “you” don’t exist?
That you’re a figment of my imagination
A combination of all I have ever loved,
Ever lost?
A mixture of all the good
And all the bad
From each of them,
But in moderation.
Because I know,
You’d never dream of hitting me
Or raping me.
You always ask
In breathless, day-dream whispers
Is this okay?
You always make sure
You haven’t hurt me
And you take care of me.
I wish you were mine.
I found someone ideal.
He’s a lot like you.
He says he likes me too
But I’m not sure I believe him,
Because he likes her too.
And with each passing day,
I miss you more and more
And believe in him
Less and less.