creeping along the forefront of my mind
your tiptoeing isn't silent
each step is an earthquake to my train of thought
rumbling down to my heart, fueling every beatmaybe i'm foolish
but my feelings have always been inexplicablethe smallest things have the power to shape my world
reality takes place in my mind
we've never met
but to me, each breath i've taken has been for you
each night i drift to sleep for you
with the smallest hope to be with you in my dreamsmaybe that's not normal
to feel for someone as if you've been together for a lifetime, but i've never even met youthat's not important to me
because in the moment, my fantasy of you fuels the passion i lack in my life
i'll put all my energy into you
and you'll never even know that you cross my minda life of devotion
for a reality of nothingness
a master of longing and agony,
that's the path i'm devoted to.so long as my false memories can exist.
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unnoticed devotion
Poetrya short piece of piece of writing about my devotion to a false reality