You spilled out so many honeyed words to me,
but the ones that stuck were
“you will always be my dream girl”
and at the time it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me and I held those words close at night as I loved you from afar.
Maybe now its cause I’m older or maybe because I can’t bring myself to miss you anymore and there’s no scab to pick at, just a smooth shiny scar, I can’t help but think,
I was no fantasy.
I was flesh and blood and thick dark hair and a voice that was always a shade too loud and somewhere, deep down, I knew you didn’t dream of me.