random writing

it's the idea of you i desired
it's the idea of you're mine i liked
it's the idea of having you around i thought i needed

but when you were mine to have, i needed out
but when you were around me, i desired to run
and when you were just you, i didn't like

so this is the illusion
the confusion of the mind
of what is real and what is not
not to be distinguished by the heart

and now that you're gone
again i miss you
again i feel i need you
again it's you i desire