Loving you is a mystery,
That knows no logic
The memories I have of us,
Heat,
Sweat,
Tongue in mouth,
Entangled and attached,
Aren’t as clear and crystalline,
As they should be
But instead are foggy, and distant
An intangible and delusive,
Dream-like state of being
An imaginary romance,
That was nothing more than pretend play

Maybe I don’t really love you
And I was merely trying too hard
An ineffectual attempt to make something live,
That was all too ready to die

But, still you come to me
In my dreams and in my bed,
You lay there with me and hold me,
Until the dawn comes
And I am no longer afraid,
Of what hides in the night

My dreaming is nothing more,
Than dossal scheming,
For which I alone will pay the price
I’ll forget who you are,
And fall in love with who I want you to be
You can never break my heart my dear,
If it isn’t really you who I long for