3/28/14

You are. 

Idealized as you may be.

I succumbed to an inexistent you. 

Inexistent, but existing in my mind. 

This silhouette of someone I used to know. 

Something familiarized 

Thinking I could find someone new in you. 

But you aren't new. 

You're the same in each one that I've felt. 

Time and time again I reap my soul just to reconstruct it

In a manner that might organize me more. 

But I am the same

And I still take the chance.