i think

i only fell in love

with the idea of you.

i wrote

you into existence.

i filled in the blanks

that you left.

and i didn't realize

there were so many

until you were gone.

i stared in your eyes

seeing paradise,

seeing everything

i've ever wanted.

when really they

were empty.

so

so

empty.

i filled them

for you.

i painted

a romanticized

version

of the you

that would love me

the way i deserved.

but that you,

never even existed.

and i realized,

it must just be my creative mind.

oh how it loves

to run wild.

especially

with the idea of

you.

damn my overactive imagination.