REALITY

Reality is not my best friend,

It comes in my bed late at night whispering fantasies I never have the guts to do.

It creeps up when I am in someone else’s car on the highway.

It stares at me in the dark when loneliness creeps underneath my blankets.

It laughs at me when I wear pretty dresses and put my make up on.

It tells me love lives under my skin like a bruise that soon heals but never truly goes away.

It sells me their baby blues or browns and my eyes never lose a glare.

It’s the tissue that wipes my eyes saying now dear dear.

It’s the fables the internet tries to sell me in quotes and pictures of couples.

It’s the long lost love I lost over seas but never for me to touch.

Reality Go fuck yourself!