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.