my eyes are no match for the sight of my brain they flutter back and forth between him and he knowing nothing on site but knowing all on feel he lives in a fantasy world beyond fantasy that lives in my delicate little brain wishy washy on the straight facts that go with him his dooming and loud personality contrasts to his sweet and loving side that only exists within the walls of a fake memory we do things like picnics and have children while he doesn’t know my name i’ve mapped a schedule to fit his perfectly so i see him and wrap his mind to mine what breaks my heart is wanting to tell my friends just how sweet he is how perfect he is to our little boy how much he appreciates them but in the all i daydream