Poetry With Me

I’m trying to break this habit of missing you.

Realizing that the person I thought you were was just a dream my memory created to keep me holding on.

Maybe you never said the things I clearly remember you saying.

Maybe I made it all up just to have the story in my head that somewhere out there I was loved

but i woke up from that dream today

and i realized that who i thought you were never did exist

you were just a fantasy, a myth

I pray i never dream of you again

Always,

GV Rioz