love can be like that

I remember falling in love
with an imaginary person.

I carved her out of stone.
kissed her lips as if they were real.

I felt her skin
against mine.

I listened to her voice and believed
every word
she said.

I fell, I fell. I left. I wandered
into
the deepest darkest
depths

of hell.

love can be like that, even if it
doesn't exist.

and was never real

I moved forward. but the scars are
there.

the wounds.

the brutal lies still ring within
my ears.