she is the whispers in my head… she is the echo that never ends… she is my imagination… she is my inspiration… she is my motivation … she is the choices i make… she is my bedtime and she is my insomnia… she is my puffy eyes… she is my will to power… she is my desire… she is my self-control… she is the dream i never wake from… she is the song i’m always singing… she is the poem i’m always writing… she is the star of my life-movie… she is the book under my pillow… she is my half-light… she is the blue glow silhouette on my wall… she is the red shadow clouds in my heart… she is my ticket out of the city… she is the small town dream i forgot i had… she is the reason i’ve learned everything i know… she is the heartbreak source of my aspirations… she is the change of seasons… she is the imaginary friend of my childhood boredom… she is my deathbed memory… she is the dignity of no regrets… she is all of these things, yet she is none of these things… she is not…

she will be the missed train… she will be the aching in my heart long after she’s forgotten me… she will be the sun that never rises… she will be the clouds that hide the stars… she will be the love that won’t let me go… she will be my quiet tears… she will be the ghost that haunts my room… she will be the spots in my closed eyes… she will be the song that rings in my ears… she will be my slow decay… she will be my inevitable loss of hope… she will be my destiny of unfulfilled potential… she will be my functional depression… she will be the bottom of my glass… she will be the empty chair… she will be the last thought… she will be the last word… she will be…

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