I could never love you;
I just loved the idea of you.
You’re just a figment
of my imagination,
my highly creative thoughts.
We used each other
because we needed each other
to feel something, anything,
to feel alive.
But we’re dragging this out
for no rhyme or reason,
dragging each other around
to satisfy our own egos.
We’re creating fantasies
that will give us nightmares
when the dawn breaks.
A hallucination
of something that
feels and looks real,
but could never exist.