How does one romanticize
a love completely digitalized?
Hands never held,
but grasping nevertheless.
It'd be a lie to say I never lied
but you, you used me
to fantasize about a life
you wished you possessed.
How many sunrises spent me?
Never in reality...
It was almost midnight
at my place
as you spoke to me of high IQs
and all the girls that loved you,
and how you wished I
wasn't so far away.
I was on a train to your country.
Although it'd been years, I thought you'd see me
We spoke on the phone
when I got there.
You said that you were "so busy"
I laughed and asked you, "seriously?"
our friends said,
"it's not just you, we swear."
I waited for you at the beach.
A group of us, looking at the sea,
then I felt something sprinkle
on my head.
Above me you were, familiar sight
I pursed my smile with all my might.
I wanted to run to you
but I waved instead.
We walked together out to the cliff
I asked to go farther, you weren't interested,
so I walked to the edge
by myself.
Looking out there at the bay
you grew up near, how strange?
I am here without
your help...
Two years later, I'm back again
It's a long story, involving my friends.
I have no hopes of seeing you
this time.
I have a little life here, there's places I go.
Things are familiar, people I know.
And you don't even cross my mind.
Then we all ended up
drinking and dancing at a club
when I saw your name
in yellow neon.
Tunnel vision closed in on the sign.
What is a love I can feel that's not mine?
I felt stuck,
though I'm the free one.
It wasn't real, all you said wasn't true
I loved a you that's not really you.
I suppose I should be grateful
you kept him from me.
And no matter how much I wish it away,
I still wish I could meet him someday.
Not you, not now,
someone different completely.
I wandered back out to the cliff
In my mind I thought it so dangerous.
Why do we make things bigger
than they are in real life?
My imagination built mountains.
It built a house that we lived in.
It's abandoned now,
but I still stop by.
This was once a sanctuary,
a place where the world was your stories.
Truth was whatever
you decided to show.
And now you're off in reality
I wonder if you tell them about me.
I know a you
they'll never know.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
How does one romanticize
a love completely digitalized?
Hands never held,
but grasping nevertheless.
It'd be a lie to say I never lied
but you, you used me
to fantasize about a life
you wished you possessed.
How many sunrises spent me?
Never in reality...
It was almost midnight
at my place
as you spoke to me of high IQs
and all the girls that loved you,
and how you wished I
wasn't so far away.
I was on a train to your country.
Although it'd been years, I thought you'd see me
We spoke on the phone
when I got there.
You said that you were "so busy"
I laughed and asked you, "seriously?"
our friends said,
"it's not just you, we swear."
I waited for you at the beach.
A group of us, looking at the sea,
then I felt something sprinkle
on my head.
Above me you were, familiar sight
I pursed my smile with all my might.
I wanted to run to you
but I waved instead.
We walked together out to the cliff
I asked to go farther, you weren't interested,
so I walked to the edge
by myself.
Looking out there at the bay
you grew up near, how strange?
I am here without
your help...
Two years later, I'm back again
It's a long story, involving my friends.
I have no hopes of seeing you
this time.
I have a little life here, there's places I go.
Things are familiar, people I know.
And you don't even cross my mind.
Then we all ended up
drinking and dancing at a club
when I saw your name
in yellow neon.
Tunnel vision closed in on the sign.
What is a love I can feel that's not mine?
I felt stuck,
though I'm the free one.
It wasn't real, all you said wasn't true
I loved a you that's not really you.
I suppose I should be grateful
you kept him from me.
And no matter how much I wish it away,
I still wish I could meet him someday.
Not you, not now,
someone different completely.
I wandered back out to the cliff
In my mind I thought it so dangerous.
Why do we make things bigger
than they are in real life?
My imagination built mountains.
It built a house that we lived in.
It's abandoned now,
but I still stop by.
This was once a sanctuary,
a place where the world was your stories.
Truth was whatever
you decided to show.
And now you're off in reality
I wonder if you tell them about me.
I know a you
they'll never know.
