Nice Dream

A Poem by theemptykettle

A conversation I never had the balls to initiate.

I see the way you look at me
When conversations run dry.
And perhaps I should feel flattered
That out of this cast of thousands;
I’m the one wasting your time.

I don’t mean to be cruel, it’s easy-
To let your imagination run riot,
Create a person within a person
Who may; or may not bear any resemblance
To the girl before you.

I know too well how you feel
And that is why I have to tell you;
It’s my duty to tell you
That the only person you love is yourself;
And the girl you have chosen doesn’t exist.

You don’t know me at all, and you never will,
Because I choose not to show you my scars.
So if you’re looking for someone to run alongside;
Someone to make you feel needed; keep looking-
She’s not here.