The idea of you

 The idea of you feels like to chew gum, but lose a tooth.

I usually would say you are magical, but that not totally true. 

The thoughts of you makes me shiver, if you were the last man on earth, there would be great danger. 

But I saw you in my dreams and I began chasing after you as I would in reality.

Why are you yourself in every realm?

You were taking my heart and ripping it apart. 

Such a shame, even my dreams you broke me. 

And I think that *undid* me, you were supposed to be for me..

I won’t get over it; the thoughts of the fact that my heart bleeds in your hands and you don’t have a name for what we shared or the times I made you laugh. 

But somehow, I am believing you need more time, because I don’t believe in half baked man. 

You look like a different kind, but this could just be the whispers of emotions.

You might be like everyone else I rare mention. 

Even in my dreams, I was chasing after you, trying to make us real, but I forgot you never would. 

You have the tale, not just that which would make us magically tamed. 

When I think about you, my heart beat becomes pale.

And I think the idea of you is just vain, because in all honesty, love to you probably has no name. 

Even in my dreams, when my hair falls perfectly behind, you still never stay behind. 

And I would have said - “what manner of man rips a soul apart”, but I am certain you would never find words to describe the man that you are.

And I think that I understand, vividly, why you don’t know what path. 

It feels as though you don’t know who you are and to you, to give your heart is an extreme exercise, similar to martial arts.

So, you could remain an idea. 

Because really, you are the perfect idea.