its so surreal
to imagine that none of it was real
that it was all just in my head, a creation from my imagination

he was real. we together were real.
but everything between us wasnt always beautiful.
it happened and i felt so much with every touch
i felt scared and broken and i created poetry that made it beautiful
but all that sweat was once just wet
all those grips were once just hands
all the love was really just sex
and all those kisses were just lips

if all of that is true
then i am to blame for everything in my life
for all the times you held me and i felt you
Has the whole world ive lived in just been in my own head?
will i ever know?