You were my make-believe I drew you off the template I found walking the streets I colored you off the red of the stop sign that you stood by, Listening to music. I built you with the ideas I started having when I was 13 I wrote you with my favorite poem in mind. I took your cardboard cutout to my safest place I took your cardboard cutout and kissed the echo of your face. No-one will know. No-one will ever know. “Are you not ashamed?” asks the voice in my head. I played pretend by looping the songs in my playlist I took you everywhere, but you never came with. I filled in every blank space, every question left unasked, Every minute importance that makes a person who they are. I turned a blind eye, Knives glancing off the trembling truth I turned a deaf ear, Narrating my desires, dragging someone in. You were my make-believe I found you off the sidewalk of fate And I can’t put you back. I never loved you. At the very least, I loved the make-believe of you.
written by me, @-rainii_sky- on 2/4/26 i do not own the photo shown #poem #poetry #writing #aesthetic ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆ ┆ ࣪ ˖☆ ࣪⭑┆ ݁˖ .☆ . ݁ ˖ ☆⊹ ࣪ ┆ ˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ★ ⋆.˚ ⊹ ࣪ ࣪ ˖⋆˚★ ₊ ⊹ ࣪˖ ࣪ ₊ ࣪ ˖ . ݁ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ࣪ ˖ . ݁ ݁ .
