My Person

Written by Natalie Cabo


You’re an idea, an obsession, a part of me I’m so familiar with.

I read into your movements like you’re my favorite children’s story.

You’re fiction. You’re flawless. You’re fake.


I listen to you're conversations like they’re the lyrics to a song I can’t get out of my head.

You’re the key. You’re complete. You’re upbeat.


I can’t exist without being aware of you.

You’re different. You get me. You want me.


You don’t exist.