do you know how hard it is to forget you
when literally every song I listen to,
you're the one that showed me them?
I'm tired of crying through every song I listen to because I swore to everyone that I was over you,
and then I realise,
that this was all a dream
and you're just a scarecrow,
with hollow metal bones, and paper skin.
and I'm just a human,
with elastic skin, and a beating heart.
This poem means nothing to me,
and so does the imaginary friend behind it.