Poetry Has No Boundries

Fictional

Fictional

I know they say you are fictional

And that you have no place in reality.

I know they say you don't exist

And that I should stop obsessing.

They think that I am crazy

For loving you so much.

They think that I am weird

For talking about you like you exist.

But I challenge their views

On what they think exists

Because if you did not exist

I could not obsess so much.

You exist on paper as a living person

Who breathes on paper, who feels on paper.

The great shame of this reality

Is that I am not on that paper too.

Because I read a lot of books

With a lot of different worlds.

My mind has travelled many places

That my body will not go.

I have met many different people

And connected with many plots.

What exists only on paper

Makes my reality sound.

What they don't seem to understand

Is that you exist in my mind

And that makes my world

So much better and interesting.

If you didn't exist on paper

Then I probably wouldn't exist in reality.

You, who lies on paper

Makes my reality real for me.