To believe in the fantasies you have created in your mind,
It is perhaps the idea of you I have loved,
The you, whom I have idealized,
The you, who is the perfect bubble,
That I want never to burst.
Perhaps it is the fear,
That the real you and the real me,
Will never learn to love all our flaws,
That has me pushing you away,
And me running with all my might,
Back to where dreams lurk.
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