It’s Only Pretend.
In the dark of my room,
at the end of the day
when everything around me is silent,
save for the television downstairs
and the crickets outside my window,
I close my eyes tightly against the shadows.
My mind comes alive behind fluttering eyelids,
I can see us together so clearly.
You grab my hand and pull me close,
and when our lips meet
it’s like stars colliding in the sky up above.
I lay my head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat,
my own is fluttering like butterflies
frantic with wanting.
I cannot stop my overactive mind,
I cannot stop my overactive need.
Until finally my eyelids flutter open,
and I realize I’m still alone
and it’s only pretend.
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