Like a jewelry box
I decorated you, not by gems and jewels
But with feelings and desires.
I see now that I never really liked "you".
I was just in love with the idea of you.
After all, how could a stranger be so special?
It makes sense. I barely knew you.
You were just a face, a visual to go along
With my fantasy, a pipe dream.
And you'll remain just that.
A face. Nothing more.