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