• My Love

    In my world, he is PERFECT.
    In my world, he is REAL.

    If I were Bella, he would be Edward.
    If I were Guinevere, he would be Lancelot.
    If I were Juliet, he would be Romeo.

    But this is the real world,
    And my love is forbidden.
    His eyes are on someone
    Tall, beautiful, and smart.

    I am a shadow that he could not see.
    I am an illusion that disrupts his dreams.
    I am invisible even when he sees me.
    I so not exist in his perfect world.

    My love is wasted,
    Forbidden and unseen.
    If that is so, then why do I still love him?