I am in love with someone that only exists in the lonely depths of my brain,
but i can feel them,
like the way ice cold water feels when it touches your skin
and the realization that you're alive causes a waterfall of tears
Yet, you prefer cold water over burning hot,
Because the hot water reminds of you of the warm hugs they used to give you.
I know that their existence is close to impossible,
there is a greater possibility of me reaching the start of the universe than ever hearing them whisper "i love you".
i'm starting to think that my being is only a simulation,
my life and the way my brain works is just a part of their world
I couldn't hear the faucet running and the house flooded,
i was too occupied with converting all of my senses into a human being that will love me for me
I don't think it's sad,
It's like a flower that needs rain and sunlight to
Live,
They needed someone to create them
Even if it means coming down to earth with me.
