I’ve successfully convinced my mind That you are him To recreate the love and lust and longing The drama. The passion of the past
My need for volatility Too strong to bear I submerged myself in a fake reality.
Or is it, if I believe it to be truth?
I’m a thief, a trick, a liar. Talented enough to deceive myself for my own happiness.
I’ve successfully convinced you That I’m in love but it’s him, not you.
I play pretend.