A nauseaus, nervous feeling
You bred in me
Pins and needles of the heart.
Asthma attacks and fake falling feelings
Like when I close my eyes at night
But in the daytime.
A rush when I see you
An emptiness when I'm away from you
But also when I'm with you.
Desperately Fabricating Fantasies
To sustain myself
To make you seem real.
No matter how far I reach
I can't touch
But your illusion still taunts my heart. |
Submission Name: My Real Illusion
