there is us in the world and the world is us
we create this world to be safe and helpless
we create this world where I can freely touch you
but theres a sadness to you
i know you are just a creation of what i want you to be
of who i want to you be
to do
to say
why are you here
you are just a creation
you are the comfort to my pain
and yet you cannot even leave my mind
its not physically possible to
i wish for you to touch me
to hold me
to tell me its gonna be okay
why must you be imaginary
cant you just be real