Versions
There’s a version of you,
That lives in my head,
Almost picture perfect,
So much so, it makes me wonder,
Are you really all that?
And I want to believe it,
Based on the proof,
Of the feel good vibes that surround me,
Every time I think of you.
And then, I meet you,
And you’re not sweet, or charming or kind,
Forget perfection, you even lack common decency,
And it’s so jarring to realise,
the love with which I built you up in my mind.
To my dismay, I realise,
That version of you, only ever lived in my head.
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