I think of you as I erase

the tears with my new

pink eraser so perfect and

unmarked by the scarring

dust of silver graphite mistakes.

Pretending I can feel your

arms around me, protect

me from the chill that seeps

from my heart.

Glittering glass beads, called

teardrops in reality

I think I'll fade away from

this truth.

Or how about the holes in

the socks on my feet the

ones with snowflakes embroidered

in a fake way, everything

is just an illusion but I am content

for it to stay that way

if it means that you're

with me.