A mirror of all the best parts of me, you push my head down into deep thick water. I snowball into fantasies of grandeur and affinity. I observe your your alluring features through dewy lashes, and you smell of blueberry and pine. our bodies dovetail flawlessly, your very atoms scintillating off my own. you're every romanticized aspect of myself and every expectation I set in others. you know just how to talk me off the ledge.
But you're not real
You will never exist
I surface, and the water seems clearer than before. Alluvial soil crumbles underneath my fingertips, gulls screaming at me from somewhere in my past.
And I can see the ledge.
