Dec 19, 2012 19:58
The person I thought I knew
was someone I made up in my head.
It must have been very strange
to hear some of what I have said.
I tried very hard to understand
that you were not the shadow I made.
I beat down the infatuation for the
thing whose foundation I laid.
But it was too late to learn who
you are; it doesn't matter what I paid.
poetry
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I'd been getting more and more alienated from a person. When I realized what/who I thought they were was a fiction I'd created that then gave me a bit of leverage to try and connect with them. I was too late and they're no longer speaking. They're not even someone I used to know really.
I know this about Internet communication and I know I'm prone to it but I've been at limited capacity due to sleep issues so it had been difficult to spot.
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