Stop talking to me.
You're not even here.
You're not even real.
But I want you to be real.
To know me.
To understand me.
To want me.
To love me.
But you're not real.
I want to let you go,
But I can't stop talking to you.
The real you lives far away.
The one in my mind is here,
With me,
Always.
I want the real you.
I want to feel your touch.
You hands.
You lips.
Everything.
I want to touch you.
To know you.
Your fears.
Your lies.
Your dreams.
Your goals.
I want to understand you.
To have you.
To love you.
To keep you.
To own you.
I want to be yours.
But I can't.
We will never meet.
We can never meet.
So I must deal with the fake.
Even though I have to let go of the fake.
Tell me what to do love.