You

You may be parked in my head, but you are not my friend. I don’t know you.
I may love your voice and your words, your face and the way you move.
But I only see what you want me to. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me.
You’re just my imaginary boyfriend for now. Until I move on to someone else.
You are a mental excercise. I doubt I would like you if I truly knew you.
You would most certainly not like me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

%d bloggers like this: