Fantasy

Sometimes I remember

How much you didn’t love me

And I feel bad

For not being smart enough

To see through the fantasy

But then I realize

How vivid and beautiful

My fantasy is, and I

Found someone else

Who lives it, I guess now

My fantasy is actually a

Reality.

Funny what happens

When you listen to your

Dreams, instead of your

Demons.


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