A vision — that’s what you were.
Not a friend, nor a lover,
but an idea my mind couldn’t help but wander to.
I drew portraits of you in my head,
thinking this is what you’re supposed to look like
when certain emotions are finally let to be expressed —
making me want you the most,
making me love you the least.

So again,
a vision — that’s what you are.
Not a friend, nor a lover,
just an idea that my mind —
shouldn't—
but maybe sometimes still —
...still wanders to.