It's night, and once again you don't exist,
But it's not like that's ever stopped you from showing up.
You've helped me through my lowest lows,
Which is odd, as I hate the place you were born.
Just like always, you're right there waiting for me.
Not a surprise, you're wherever I want you to be.
All it takes is a tweak of the thought,
And suddenly you do whatever I want.
You have no choice.
You have no opinion.
Only those that I give to you, but it's fine.
It's not like that fact will hurt you or drive you away.
Even when you feel things or help change my mind,
That doesn't mean you're real, only realistic.
For all I know you could be a sign of schizophrenia,
Or maybe I just have a really good imagination.
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Author:
Leaking Light (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another poem, un-rhyming poem. Yes, I know, maybe eventually I'll rhyme but every time I do it just feels too childish. Anyways! This poem is about, what can only be described as, my imaginary girlfriend. I get lonely, and one of the ways I cope at night is imagine I have a girlfriend. Sometimes she's one of many fictional characters I love, sometimes she's just some girl, but no matter who she is, my imagination uses her as a replacement for a real one. A replacement for comfort when I'm hurt, when everything is crashing down, when I have no one else, etc. I may hate my brain but this is one of the few things I'm happy it allows me to do, with surprisingly calming results.
- Category: Reflection
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This poem may not rhyme but I believe it to be relatable. You have an amazing imagination and that is something to cherish.
Thank you very much 🙂 And yes, when it comes to this part of my mind, I guess I do cherish it. If only the rest of it was so kind.
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