Whenever I try to turn my gaze outward
It always seems to land on you
But you are not a person,
You're a figment of my fantasy
My maladaptive daydreaming getting the best of me
You can be white or black
Bearded or clean
Flannel and boots or crisp black suit
A guy I liked in the 4th grade
or Jared Padalecki
Sometimes you ask permission to kiss me and sometimes you don't
But you are always
Strong
Capable
Loving
And all I ever wanted
White-knight-white-horse perfection
At it's finest
But the worst part of it all is
Not that you're not real
But knowing that if you were
You'd never care
about me
