we.write.as.we.love

but love, you are so fictional that it hurts

I write too much about you
that it feels like you’re here
but love, you are miles away
yet you keep popping up
in white rooms and empty classrooms;
I’m still stuck with you, but love,

you are so fictional that it hurts

to the point where my dreams
are all about your eyes
and my mornings are remembering
what color they are;
love, I’ve stopped looking
because my heart says I’ve found it,
but love,

you are so fictional that it hurts

because every time I wake up
I want to fall back asleep
just to hear your voice
because I cannot remember
what you sound like,
only what it felt to hear you say my name,
and love,

you are so real
that it hurts

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