I watched helplessly as the gush of emotions that once drowned us slowly ebb and then stop; the sunset of our moments slowly casting shadows on the ground we’ve set foot on.
I was real. I certainly felt like I was.
But you reduced me to nothing but a dream — one you’d happily come to bed with each night, only to wake up from without much thought in the first light of morning.
I will never take human form in your eyes. I am a balled up mess of dreams and tears and regrets.