Breaking up with imaginary you:
I’ve always liked you
You are nice, pretty, and smart
But the you I imagined
I’ve loved them
They are brave, genius, loving, special, adventurous, witty, and loyal
I will still like you
Even though you have your flaws
Your awkwardness and confusing signs
Your conflicting actions and hurtful avoidances
I have yet to meet someone whose flaws I can bear more
Because when you’re fun, you’re very fun, and when you’re nice, you’re very nice.
But the imagined you?
I can’t love them anymore
It only hurts to compare you to them
It only hurts to grasp at an illusion
So I must let go of the hand of imagined you
I have loved them dearly
I have loved them more than anyone I had ever known
They have comforted me in my darkest hours
And been confident in me in my brightest
They have loved me deeply
They have trusted me more than anyone they had ever known
But you are not the imagined you
You are a girl
You are a high school crush
When I catch those glimpses of what seem to be imagined you
Those may simply be the false hopes of a desperate man
Or the hints of a greater future
Regardless, I can not love you.
And if I continue loving imagined you
I will continue chasing a mirage
Trying to get another glimpse of the impossible
So I am breaking up with imagined you
It is definitely not them, it’s me.
It is my fault for making them
It is my fault for believing in them
It is my fault for needing them.
And maybe we’ll meet again
But at this juncture
I am breaking up with imagined you