False

It started long before I met you

A dreadful gift from my father

Sparking false connections

I become too attached

But why you?

Maybe it was your vibrant hair

Or just circumstance

A page of connect the dots

Making my own connections

Far from reality

Our conversation was my fuel

Letting me float above the clouds

Lifting away from my troubles

Then I fell

The clouds mocked

Pinned me down and trapped me

Separated from the real world

Shaking and terrified

I delicately designed my own

Direct messages turn mixed

Over thought and overworked

The more I fantasized the more I felt

But you’re not who I fell in love with

It was the illness

I never got a chance to meet you

Only the character of my imagination

Despite becoming much closer to you

My visions still impaired

Like a fog it surrounds me

Brutally chokes me

I wish I could blame you

But this is all me

It’s all in my head

Author's Note

I'm new at poetry and I've only done it in my ELA classes. Go easy on me lol.