How long will it take them to realize

That “you” don’t exist?

That you’re a figment of my imagination

A combination of all I have ever loved,

Ever lost?

A mixture of all the good

And all the bad

From each of them,

But in moderation.

Because I know,

You’d never dream of hitting me

Or ****** me.

You always ask

In breathless, day-dream whispers

Is this okay?

You always make sure

You haven’t hurt me

And you take care of me.

I wish you were mine.

I found someone ideal.

He’s a lot like you.

He says he likes me too

But I’m not sure I believe him,

Because he likes her too.

And with each passing day,

I miss you more and more

And believe in him

Less and less.