Pretenses

Love--The Idea

You haunted me

Like midnight nightmares.

You came and went

Like a Summer breeze.

You took my hand

And kissed it gently,

But I knew it meant nothing to you,

For you barely knew me.

But it made my heart flutter.

And I tried to hide

The roses you painted

Upon my face.

You asked me to prom

But only as a joke,

I knew it to be so,

So I played along

And told you "no."

I realized something

When I found my eyes

Never searching for you,

I never loved you,

Rather, I loved the idea of loving you.

I loved the idea of being loved,

The idea of loving another,

The idea of feeling an emotion.

I never loved him.

I loved the thought of loving him.