courtly lover

i was never real, and you’ll never be without me

because i’m a fabrication;

a pretty simulation,

a steamy stimulation

of a great imagination

 

idealised love

and bleak resignation

sleeping with a hologram

and writing your own version

until i become the one you want

 

you’ve been programmed to adore me;

store me,

flaw me,

rewrite me,

then abhor me.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s