Love.

It’s a horrifyingly

beautiful thing,

so I never thought about it,

until I read her name.

She was made of words,

but that didn’t seem to stop

the ever growing love

blooming

inside my system.

Running deeper

and deeper into my skin.

As her imaginary presence

flew throughout my brain.

The description of her,

brought to life as a creation

of my imagination,

brought her to me.

Her aura making me feel

as if she

were in the room,

holding my hand,

telling me how much she loved me.

But

even though I knew how

much

I loved her back.

I couldn’t say so,

because I only knew her

as someone who

couldn’t be mine.