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