It makes be ill
Thinking about how much I liked you
Possibly loved you
Or maybe in love with you
If I knew what that word meant
But as the days turned into months
And those into years
I came upon a shocking realization
I wasn't in love with you
See,
I concocted a beautiful world in my head
That infected my dreams
And my waking days
A you that was perfect
See,
I didn't love you
I loved the part of you I created
Waited
A made up part of yourself
That never existed
And never will
