I feel like I'm losing you all over again.
But did I even have you to begin with?
Every time you offer your hand
I want to hold on forever
Because I fear you really don't love me.
That maybe I'm willing you to so hard,
I can't see past these rose-colored glasses
Your perfection has placed in front of my eyes.
When will I give up hoping
And see this world for what it is?
And you, my angel, are only a demon,
Or worse yet,
A dream amongst the reality I forgot to notice
In your presence.
Please let me wake up unknowing,
Where you have never even existed at all.
But of course, that is not what I would want.
I'd choose to watch your flawless pallor
Until I fail to breathe this imaginary air,
Whether you realize I have been waiting