Fiction

A far and distant star,
I want to believe,
I once held in my heart,
And it had once held me.
Can't remember the way it really happened,
Only what I think,
Wishing night after night,
That you still remember me.
Distorted and fuzzily fake,
The memories that I hold,
Did you ever love me,
Or was that just some poem I wrote?
In my mind we were the best of friends,
But is that really true?
In my mind I had fell in love,
And really cared about you.
But in my mind you are a saint,
So real that it is fiction,
Afraid that the truth is twisted and bent,
Don't want to come to realization.
Fearing that what we had,
Never really existed;
A figment of my imagination.