Fantasy
You see,
Majority of my time is the concerned thought of,
You, with me.
A foolish fantasy,
A just and content concept of,
You, with me.
You see,
I’ve critiqued and brutally criticized myself thinking of,
You, with me.
Change in habits, self-harm,
Drained myself, mentally and physically, at the possibility of,
You, with me.
However, you’re blameless.
You see,
It’s my fault for ever thinking of,
You, with me.
For even hoping, at the tiniest of attention you give,
And to the minimal energy you pour out.
For following like a lost puppy whilst you lead me on.
For ever dreaming, and wishing to see,
You, with me.
You see,
Perhaps I’m a bit senile for,
I have YET to grasp the fact that,
We will never be.
Epilogue
(And now I have, the notion of us to EVER BE, devours me, as I’ve always preferred the relationship we had in my head to the one we HAD in reality.)
Aeilnorvy.S
Copyright © Rolyvianne Simanu | Year Posted 2022
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