i feel like i knew how to miss you at some point but none of it feels real.
it’s all a lie i’ve made up, a picture in my head. it’s not that you’re a fraud,
it’s that my view was clouded, and you wore a crown in all the wrong places.
what does your picture of me look like? you’re more grounded, plausible, more rational, your aspiration isn’t playing with your own perception.
you see me as i am and i saw you as you weren’t.
i’d call you a liar but i realise it was me who was mistaken.