What if I'm in love with the possibility of u
I'm devoted to the version of u that I've created
I'm stuck in the eye of a hurricane because of my imagination of u
All versions of u I've been dreaming of
Future I will have with the u in my head
The meaning behind every smiles, laughs, even slight stares I've curated in my mind
Should I just write fiction
With u as my main character
And I will be the final girl
I will have all the narration completed from the day I met u
Til the death part me from u
And all the hope of that “u” in u
Build up and up and up
Although I kept on realizing that all of it was bullshit I'd made to entertain myself
Although the real u kept reminding me that I was hallucinating
What if there is a light chance, a slight possibility
Of fantasy of u to happen
Well I doubt that
U are not perfect
I am not perfect
U and I will be the perfect disaster
When I realize that u are not “u”
When u realize that I am loving someone else in the spitting image of u
U and I will vaporize as soon as the morning dew in the summer
Once u and I understand the concepts of delusion, imagination, hallucination, daydreaming, and false hope
Still, here I am, yearning for the vision of u
The u that will never be there
Midnight, between the 31st of May and the 1st of June
-mad
