I don't ACTUALLY know what it's like to have a boyfriend
I mean I do, because I have one
And i'm not saying I don't love it or him because I do

I'm just saying that I think I only know what it feels like when I can prove it
Because whenever he's not with me
Which is more than when he is
I feel like he's an idea
Not a reality

And I want that reality so bad
I need that reality
I crave it
Because my ideas will tear me apart of I let them

Because the stuff I can come up with
Kills:
It kills dreams
Memories
Hopes
Fantasies

And replaces them with:
Fears
Assumptions
Obsessions
And Nightmares