you
aren’t real.
the fist that
closes around my heart
when your face
appears in my mind
is a simple
projection
(albeit, one i am
content to
believe).
the pictures on the screen
have been gathering
dust
and grown blurry
with time.
(lights flicker
but the mirage won’t go.)
it’s been two weeks, and
i miss you.
and i miss you.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
you
aren’t real.
the fist that
closes around my heart
when your face
appears in my mind
is a simple
projection
(albeit, one i am
content to
believe).
the pictures on the screen
have been gathering
dust
and grown blurry
with time.
(lights flicker
but the mirage won’t go.)
it’s been two weeks, and
i miss you.
and i miss you.