Sometimes I wish
He wasn't just
A figment of my
Imagination
Because
No matter how
Many times I
Draw portraits
Of him,
No matter how
Many times I
Write stories
About him,
No matter how
Many times I
Talk about him,
His sweet and
Mysterious sides,
His complexion
And everything else
I just can't help
Falling in love
And it hurts me
To admit to
Myself
That he is not
Real.
Never was,
Never will.
