Fictional Men

A month ago,I met this man.
A guy,I call a fictional man.
I want him,for he is not real.

He’s on paper,but love is what I feel.
This year has been really rough.
And life has been really tough.

I guess I used it to cope.
So let me count to ten.
Why am I like this?

Why do I fall for fictional men?
Maybe it’s his features.
His award winning smile.

Maybe it’s his personality,a knight in shining armour.
Or maybe it’s the way he talks.
The way he says things.

Or the way he walks.
It’s like I know he is not real.
But I can’t seem to help what I feel.

I even imagined it all in my head.
A life together,or cuddling in bed.
With him wiping the tears I shed.

Or take care of me,puts me into bed.
Spending time together when I’m alone.
Or giving me flowers,visits to my home.

He may be on a screen.
But he’s the man I dream.
Maybe in another reality he’s real.

I know he doesn’t exist,but I can’t help what I feel.
In my head,I had it all planned out.
A cozy home with a fence.

It’s stupid,I know.
That he makes me feel whole.
Maybe if he was real,he would light up the nights.

And together,we would reach incredible heights.
So hold my breath and count to ten.
I always fall for fictional men.

In a fictional world.
My heart and my mind don’t seem to allign.
I’m too old to play pretend.

I know there’s someone real out there.
And maybe it’s all in my head.
And I’m not meant to pretend.

I feel real things for a fake guy.
I’m smitten,I can’t deny.
Maybe one day,I will let go.

If there’s someone out there,let me know.
I will try and clear my head.
I won’t feel lonely,empty.

And I’ll go to bed.