An emptiness swallows my heart
Upon the sight of gorgeous men
I fantasize about him
Different appearances
As he engulfs my conciseness
His most popular look is toffee skin, that browns when the sun osculates him.
Hair, long and coarse
a black river leading down to his chest
Almonds dipped in honey,
The windows to his soul
He holds me
Strong and tight
He waits for me
To learn to love again
This man is no one
Yet, he believes I am someone
He isn't real
A figment of my imagination
This man does not exist
He never will
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