For a boy to love me in the way I want him to, it's impossible.
If anyone would do that for me I swear I'd marry him.
That boy exists, but he's fiction.
Perhaps that's the problem. I wish for to much.
I should stop this wishful thinking, he does not exist.
But he's real, in my heart at least.
And that's where he will forever stay,
Along with book and page.
In my mind he holds me when I'm sad.
I fall asleep on his chest.
And when I kiss the screen I kiss his lips.
My heart belongs on a page, that's where it stays.
