Creations and revelation

You were not real. But I gave you every real part of me. Stitched you from sighs I didn’t release and silences that lingered too long. I traced your face in fogged mirrors, named you in the ache before sleep. You kissed me in dreams but left my lips colder when I woke. You said all the right things, because I wrote your dialogue. Touched me the way I needed, because I taught you where I hurt. I know I shouldn’t lean on you the way I do, But my heart is too fragile, torn, and the seams don’t fit. So let me hold you longer, hug you tighter because love is safest when it’s pretend.