whatever we felt
was left in the past
being real
but not existing
weighing down
but not existing
slicing my heart
but not existing
pulsating with life
but not existing
you don’t exist
you aren’t real
yet you love me still
like when you were
yet I love you still
like when you were
yet it burns crimson red
like when you were
still, it isn’t real
Back to myself 