You are a wonderous piece
Of my imagination;
I have created you
Out of a single thought,
An image stuck in my head.
Breathing between seconds,
Counting time between the heartbeats
I pray for you not to end.
An empty room:
I filled it with you.
Every letter of you
Creates a story,
A story of you.
And maybe me too.
Sentence by sentence,
It grows and fills the room.
Once the door opens,
The story will be over.
Will you be the one
To open the door
When there is no more space
For me in it?
I have built a throne
For my imagination
And let it rule the broken kingdom
Of my dreams,
But the crown
Will always be yours.
It is crafted from shadows in
The deepest corners of my mind,
But it still shines brighter than
Your eyes.
I have lost the game.
Hide-and-seek is over,
And I cannot run away
To hide again.
My inner voice is telling me
To stop.
Should I trust it?
I can feel it staring at me,
Demanding to open the door or look away.
The door…
Is the story over?
I cannot tell.
Pinch me, I think I am dreaming,
Because you do not exist.
You are just a wondrous piece
Of my imagination.