Heart Aching Fantasies

As I sit here with a pen in one hand, and paper in the other.

I�m still debating on what to write about, when I start my first paragraph.

As soon as I started writing, thats when it happened

His name popped in my head like food or water,

And a man deprived from both.

I couldn�t get the thought of kissing him out of my head,

or lying with him as he holds me in his arms.

My heart raced as my photographic memory took over

I thought about how attractive he was,

How he was tall and athletic.

His voice makes me shake like winter time,

As if a jacket wasn�t warm enough to hold his words.

I could feel my body crumble in his presents,

As the rest of my heart disintegrates when he stares at me.

My heart knows better to love,

But my yearnings to want to be with him so bad,

Had Fueled fantasies of what could be

In my mind I thought it was meant to be,

So I allowed my ever lasting devotion and dedication to him continue.

But at the time of being so blinded by the # 54

I�m not realizing what�s really going on

And as I sit there with a pen and a paper

I realized I wrote a page and a half about this guy,

The one that was so attractive,

The one that seem so perfect in every way,

The guy I fantasized about all this time,

And I noticed�

How disgusting he really was,

How ugly he can really be,

How dumb he really is to pass me up,

To push me aside,

To stomp on my heart,

And laugh in my face.

The reality of it all is that, I got an A+ on my paper

How everyone loved my story

And how I still feel the way I feel about him

And it all means�

A heart aching memory right from

A bone breaking fantasy becomes

A life changing ending�