|41| the idea of you

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I picked up the crumbs from all our scattered hi(s) and hello(s),
inflated them with ideas of my own.
out of them, I built a throne
and placed you at the top.

your crown, too bright
blinded me,
so I saw what I wanted to see

your every "how do you do?"
stretched and magnified in my head,
transformed into
"I am secretly in love with you."

your every gaze got drilled
into my thoughts,
silently whispering,
"I can't take my eyes off of you."

in your chariot we drove to distant places,
to fantasies that made my heart jump
to a future where you confess your love
to one where we travel the world.

you've been stuck here since then,
an oblivious, perpetual ruler in my head.
inadvertently becoming the North star
to all my lost, aimless thoughts.

I swear I'm no damsel in distress
and yet I made you into my Knight in shining armour
dreaming of all the clichés
hating that I've become one.

I got so absorbed in you and your kingdom
that when I stepped out of it and onto the streets,
and met you stripped off all your opulence,
I almost didn't recognise your face.

my sweet reality shattered down
and with it your crown.
hands shaking, I picked the crumbs
tried to build the throne back up

alas the truth had grown
thorns now
that pricked
and chased me out

now here I am
sitting out on the lonely streets
my longing for the kingdom and its ruler, palpable
even if they only ever existed in my head.

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