I loved you
I love you
I needed you
I need you
I wanted you
I want you
No.
I loved the idea of you
I love the idea of you
You loved the idea of me
I wonder if you still do
I know you still do
Love
the idea
of me
We love the idea of "us"
I wished us" would happen
But "us" did happen
And "us" was not what I dreamt it would be
"Us" was weird. Awkward. Different.
"Us" is better as "You" and "I"
"Us" is not meant to happen. Not meant to be.
We love the idea of each other
And that idea only comes to life when we are both filled with alcohol and nicotine.
Surrounded by others who are too drunk to notice our love that comes to life when we are not able to walk straight.
When our breath smells of vodka, sadness, nostalgia, regret, vomit, and broken dreams.
The idea of "us" comes to life when our mind overtakes our mouths and rational thinking.
We both love the idea of "us"
But "us"
"Us" is not realistic
and "us" will not work out
"us" will not result is happiness
"Us" is an idea we both fell in love with
An idea we both still hold on to
And let me tell you something,
I will always cherish
the short amount of time "you" and "I"
was "us"
and part of me will always love this unrealistic idea.
