But in Reality

I imagined you there and took a second look and choked on your absence.

I could see you so clearly smile at me, a twinkle in your eye when you observed me,

The nervous hiccup to your step when we walked together,

The stutter to your speech when you poured your well known lies,

every imperfect perfection I savored about you.

I made up the rings and vows in my blind thoughts,

every dream where you were the prize for the tired hero,

it was as perfect as the lace would allow.

In my fantasies you loved me,

but thats all the were, fantasies.

In reality, you don't want me in the way I want,

you couldn't love me, and I understand why.

In reality, you hardly notice me,

how could I not notice you though?

In reality, how can I say this all?

In reality how the hell am I suppose to react to this?

In reality I'm rotting over this never-ending scene in my mind, with fake hands on a fragile face.

I imagined you there and took a second look and choked on your absence.

In reality, you were never there I guess