Back Down the Rabbit Hole

He slid through her mind

Like he was flying down a waterslide

Effortless.

That was the problem.

He spent so much time in her head

That she ran out of the truth

So she had to make up her own.

She knew that this was dangerous

But his lips felt so soft on hers

In this little white lie

In this life they could, should, would have

If she wasn’t invisible

If she was something in front of him

That he could touch and believe.

Until then she was as much of a lie as he.

But the boy was about a million miles away.

That’s always how these things go,

Isn’t it?

Her life became a cliche,

Her favorite guilty pleasure.

A teen rom com

Which in truth wouldn’t be so bad

If she hadn’t confused

The plot she had constructed in her head

With reality.

But by the time she realized what was happening,

She was too far gone.

And she realized she had ruined everything

Before it even began

Because a writer’s mind cannot live in reality,

And sometimes people are just gone

With no poetic beauty.

Only an abrupt and meaningless ending.