I realized I forced myself to live in a reality
A reality that I made up in my head
So it was fiction.
I arrogantly created-
Such a fictitious world…
I lived a decade thinking: what we cultivated was
Constantly, I went back-
comparing, contrasting, reliving those false moments
hoping and praying I would come across that touch.
My world that I created was hit with truth:
We weren’t shit.