Back Down the Rabbit Hole
He slid through her mind
Like he was flying down a waterslide
That was the problem.
He spent so much time in her head
That she ran out of the truth
So she had to make up her own.
She knew that this was dangerous
But his lips felt so soft on hers
In this little white lie
In this life they could, should, would have
If she wasn’t invisible
If she was something in front of him
That he could touch and believe.
Until then she was as much of a lie as he.
But the boy was about a million miles away.
That’s always how these things go,
Her life became a cliche,
Her favorite guilty pleasure.
A teen rom com
Which in truth wouldn’t be so bad
If she hadn’t confused
The plot she had constructed in her head
But by the time she realized what was happening,
She was too far gone.
And she realized she had ruined everything
Before it even began
Because a writer’s mind cannot live in reality,
And sometimes people are just gone
With no poetic beauty.
Only an abrupt and meaningless ending.