I was in a writing mood

I wished I could write you into being
But somehow you never materialize
You feel like a dream
And every time I awake
You become a part of a memory
A memory that cannot be real
So best word for use is fantasy
I fantasize about you
In ways that should be written about in storybooks

So I guess this is of a fairy tale conjunction
A conjunction that makes no sense on its own
Because you make no sense when you stand alone

How can it be just a figment of a dream
When I feel you in a crowd
When I breathe you from a distance
When I'm mesmerized
Fixated to a point where the world becomes a blur

How can you just be a figment of an unimaginary being
Such as me?
I can't seem to gravitate that concept
And I'm livid because other's cant see
What I see
When I look beyond the obvious
And see the real

So if I have to write/type until my fingers bleed
I will write you into being
Because this can't be a figment of a dream
Because I don't sleep
For fear of drifting into death
I can't fantasize when I am tangible
And you are; every time I feel you near
Or see you in a distance
This must be real
Or else my whole existence is a figment of a book once read to me in my youth.
- Tishka DuPera