i opened my eyes

and all i could see was you.

a version of you

that only exists in my head,

but it was still you.

(and i think that’s the only way

i want you now)

and by that i mean,

in my head,

you stay a bit longer.

in my head,

you want all of me.

and not just what you get in a photo

that i spent hours perfecting.

i mean in my head

where the bath water doesn’t get cold,

we don’t prune as easily,

and you hold me

just a little longer.

in my head,

you don’t mean what you say.

or i give you the lines to say

and you mean

every

single

word.

in my head,

you don’t keep me waiting.

you keep me well fed.

what i really mean is that

you are the same

with my eyes opened or closed.

but i look at you,

and i basically invented you.

you don’t hold me,

you want half of me

(sometimes even less),

the bath runs cold

and you keep me hungry.

i can’t live off of your breadcrumbs

anymore.