I've made a you 2.0
a new you
the you I dream about.
The you I want you to be
the you that wants me
a soft and pliant you
like clay
malleable
and I've made a new me, too,
a me that deserves you
the kind of you that deserves me.
I want you
and you want me
in this new
world I've made
out of insubstantial dreams
of me and you.

It hurts
to face the original you
the real you
because you 1.0
is the best you.
I never could
do justice to you.
I could never
dream you
the right way.
Beautiful you,
and the real me,
in this world of
unrequited dreams.

Real me and real you
might never be meant to be
no matter how much
I wish the dream world
to be true.