Dumbfounded.

My coffee cup sits    
 
 
            empty    
 
 
yet my eyes are still exhausted.    
 
My pen arches to          e s c   a p  e           my hand    
although I long-------- to write.  
   
My heart tears    
from my dirty chest, like an alien,    
and tries to           r   u   n       f o r          B r i s t o l.  
   
                                       All because you are not here.  
All because you're not real
and I made you what I wanted you to be.
What a dirty secret.