Do You Even Know?

Do you believe in dream fairies? Do you believe in a dream come true?

I wish I believed, I wish you did too.

You can call me naive, maybe even stubborn. I don’t mind. All I really wish I had now is a little understanding, a little acceptance.
Maybe not acceptance, I know you accept me. But still. Acceptance. For who I was, am, and will be. The way he would. But you are different. Do you even know?

Could I take your words for real? Could I believe you? Or was it just my mind playing tricks on me again? I never forgot the tiniest details, they are still fluttering in my mind. Don’t say you didn’t mean it, because I remembered clear well when you first said it. I want you to mean it, even if you didn’t mean it. Do I even make sense? I swear, you are driving me crazy. Do you even know?

Psychopath. I am a psychopath after I met you. It could not have gone any worse, could not have gone any further beyond my reach. I can’t help myself. Do you even know?

It hurts when it’s not supposed to. I smile when I’m not supposed to. I think too much when I’m not supposed to. I try to piece everything together into an explanation, but I can’t because I’m not supposed to. I think it sort of just occurred. Do you even know?

Solitude. I can feel it in your bones.
Imagination. I think mine went overboard again.
Satisfaction. Forcedly tamed.
Crestfallen. Jerks in like a high-speed train.