I smile like a lovesick moron every-time I read you.
Imagining yours when you read me.
Not what I write. But me.
My face. My body. My memories. My thoughts.
The smile vanishes soon.
Because your letter seems to say something else.
Perhaps I understood it all wrong.
Yes, it is my fault
that I felt you could…
But the letter was imaginary
The one I weaved in my heart
To quench my irrational desire
To answer my uncontrollable curiosity
To create a fictional possibility
And you always stood there
Nothing but a broken shadow
Poem dedicated to a former crush and to everyone who’s had a crush someday