i think i am falling for you,
although i have a feeling
that what really attracts me
is the idea of you made up
of pictures, words, and your
voice. how foolish of me.
it took me twenty years
to understand that the one
i had previously fallen
in love with did not exist
and was always just a figment
of my imagination.
but the pain is real.
and that is probably why
i am playing it safe this time,
hidden behind an insurmountable
distance barrier, where i can dream
about fire without fear
of getting burned again.
only i am freezing.
hidden pilcrow 