Fantasy.

There is a sick thing inside of me

That still craves you deeply

But it’s the fictitious side of you

That I created to save me

My last written work

Before a two year hiatus

His name was a fantasy

Fueled by your discrepancies

In some ways he saved me

But you were not him.

-M_LM (©2024 Melody LeeMarie)

Melody LeeMarie

Aspiring Independent Author and Mental Health Advocate

https://melodyleemarie.com
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