Questions for idle nights
Have you ever loved a fictional character?
Yes, I have
A character you created
A character I liked
And embellished
Respected, then loved
Then worshipped
Too good to be true
He died a slow, ugly death
And now I have hundreds of pictures in my phone
Of a stranger
Of a man I never really knew
Hanging by a thread
Between slumber and rationality
In a dream... no, a fantasy
All of me, but a finger in reality
I don't have your skin of lies
The protective sheen of a fake smile
The clothing made of clichés
That you would never dare to mean
I'm an open wound
Ugly and real
I'll bleed for you, but I'm not smart enough
To be able to tell if you're worth it
I keep getting prodded
Scratched at and spit on
So I like to stay at home alone
Under the band-aid you call "antisocial"
If you were a book
I'd read myself to sleep every night
The first few lines
Would be your eyes
And I'd quote them to everyone I know
If you were a place
I would get lost in you every day
My favourite roads
Would be your scars
Every evening I'd walk that way
If you were a song
I'd hum you when I'm alone
The bridge and chorus
Would be your name
I'd doodle it on everything I own
If you were mine
I'd cherish you like you weren't
My every word
Would be a proposal
I'd fight, and win you every day
A kiss is not enough
Align the stars in velvet sky
And make the wind sing
Just for you and me
Embrace is an underword
Engulf me in your scent
So the world ceases to exist
Beyond your skin
The more I wait
The more I want
To say to you
Do not just kiss me...
Consume me
Leave me broken
Never to be mended
