No, you do not love me.
You love the idea of me.
Unfortunately, this idea of who I am
Is a poorly guessed one.
And it will stay as that-
A figment of your imagination,
A by-product of your assumptions.
I am not a fantasy,
I am painstakingly real.
Too bad, it’s not what you wanted.
I am not always happy,
Nor reasonable and logical.
I am a dreamer,
And is therefore, always disappointed.
So you see,
A person cannot simply be painted black and white
He is a multitude of colors,
A canvass that is continuously worked on.
And every single day,
I will continue to disappoint you
With what I say and do.
And slowly, you too, will see
You only loved an imaginary person
But not me.