I am in love,
but lord knows if it’s real.
She is the most beautiful creature,
her heart is what I wish to steal.
But I am unsure,
if she is for me,
so I try to compare,
and fail every time.
This fate is too wicked.
Can’t you be mine?
If not, then how come?
You are what I dearly want,
and I will treat you with forever care and compassion.
You are everything to me…
or is it everything I am hoping to become?

Is she my escape...
I already have too many,
that “reality” is starting to morph
into an object of envy.
An object that I can never afford,
but always admire from afar when my heart is heavy.

I am unable to swim up and take in that breath of positivity
So I let go and let myself drift in my newly created reality