Me and My Make-believe [A Poetry]

I'm tired

But my eyes won't shut

I see him in my every waking hour

A torture from dusk to dawn

I didn't mean to make things complicated

Everything between me and him is trash

I'm in this fanstasy where we are together

But then reality coaxes me to wake up

This is all about me and my make-believe

There should be no "us" or "we" in these phrases

It could have been easier if I didn't give him a chance

I could have spared myself from breaking. . .

But I preferred less resistance because I loved him

And I can't help but burn with his every touch

His lips were my little pieces of heaven

Now it feels like hell 'cause I miss him so much. . .

Image from: Wallup.net