I can still feel you in these blankets

and I hate that you're not here next to me

but I hate even more that 

you are who you are

and the true you is the person who I never saw

and I can still feel you in these blankets but

they are still warm without you 

and I won't wake up to your heartbeat anymore

but really I never did

i woke up to the rythmic pounding of a loving

caring

passionate

honest

beautiful

wonderful person 

who 

I 

loved

and now I've come to realize that 

that person was only a costume of yours

a personality shaped by my dreams 

and you're fake

and you were never

here

and we never

met 

and you are a 

stranger 

and I never want to know the 

real you