Real…

If I told her,

She’d say,

Of course it’s not true,

But I wanted to believe,

If I told her she’d say it’s not real,

But I don’t understand because I’m sure it felt real,

I just have endless battles with my head back and fourth,

Rocking horse,

Where nothing makes absolute sense,

But at the same time makes every sense,

It explains the long periods of times where youve trapped me in this fairy liquid bubble of silence,

Shot me in your car spot light driving at 50mph,

Caressed my body like butter to a knife,

Whispered slightly,

Stare at me,

Harrass me,

and still shower with your words, is it real, is it real, is it real.

 

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