the you
that resides in my head
is the one i fell in love with.
the you
that resides in my head
knows exactly what to say
on those horrible nights
where i am tempted
by an inch long piece of metal.
the you
that resides in my head
holds my hand when i'm sad,
and even when i'm not.
he smiles when he kisses me
and whispers sweet things in my ear
like "you're so beautiful,"
or "i'm so glad i found you."
the you
that resides in my head
stays up with me until sunrise
talking about our hopes,
dreams,
fears,
and secrets we thought we'd never tell.
he lets me lay my head on his chest
while he absentmindedly runs his fingers
through my hair.
but worst of all
the you that resides in my head
is merely a figment of my untamed imagination
the you that really exists
would never do any of that.
at least, not with me.