I lie to myself that you could make this life better.
That your kiss could undo a thousand years of hurt.
that your love and devotion could heal something within me
I know fully that it won't.
I fantasize about a world where I am at the top
Where you look up to me, instead of looking down.
Where I am the the one who gives you butterflies
That I am the the one who is unattainable.
I have created a false image in my mind
Of you being all the things I look for in a man.
Of you being something more more than what you are.
I am the owner and creator
of all of my dellusions.
Poets
Dellisiom Adepts.
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A truth in denial.
A denial of truth.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitutes