imagination

i want you so bad

i want every piece of you to collide with me over and over again

until i see your face

then i realize i'm in love with my imagination

everything i feel for you

is nothing but infatuation

of the mind

i'll still fuck you in my dreams though

and giggle when you say hello

but only ever in dark rooms am i faced with the fact that you are not what i want you to be

and i sure as hell am not what you think i am

yet we still go in circles playing pretend

while your hands up my skirt

and i'm in my head