Impossible

Sometimes I just need life to slap me back to reality,
And the ABC's of knowing you and I can't be.
These days I wonder how little less I am as a person
To be standing by your side and walking with you at the end of the day.
The journey has yet to end and that fairytale of a thought has yet to vanish
For you to see me as more than a friend, I could only wish.
When I'm with you, I go as sinful as I'm not supposed to be
And braced myself for the consequences of being me.
You're not the type of guy that would blend in one space
Nor are we a pair that would be an item.
Fairytales are bound to be broken,
Torn, burned, and tarnished in the end.
Like now, all I'm wishing for is a miracle
To stop me from sobbing when the director yells "cut!"
To stop me from dreaming what could be,
And what could be not..

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