Imagine Me.

You told me once,
I was the girl of your dreams.
I had nearly forgotten that,
Until you looked at me and dropped to your knees.

"Thank you for being the girl of my dreams!
For everyday blowing my mind.
Everything I see in you that she couldn't be."

This is hardly fair,
infact, I find it a mystery.
I'm the girl you imagined?
I am ancient history.

Imagine me,
So silent from time to time.
Devastatingly rambunctious others.
Hardly, do I count as a lady. (Fuck the divine.)

Let me not change,
I enjoy my persistance.
You can remain perfect,
and I can keep up my resistance.

Resistance? What to resist.
For atleast two weeks, don't you know?
I refused to touch those lips she kissed.

Resisting perfection,
persistantly so.
Intensely dramatic,
the world stops for me to know.

The faster I ran,
the nearer you got.
Truth of why you did that...
you see, for that my heart begun to rot.

Why should you have brought me tears,
why need you hurt her for my jealousy?
Don't say you didn't want her, just a little.
If she knew, she would die breathlessly.

This doesn't mean I won't give you love,
perhaps I'm punishing you.
You wasted all that time with her,
just to give me a clue?

Am I really the girl of your dreams?
She wasn't loveable, by any means?

You might just make me cry.
I have nothing she doesn't.
Every second with her was a lie?
"You are everything she wasn't."