I Must Not Be Real

I don’t know if I exist sometimes

or if I’m some stray thought someone is having as they daydream.

Am I actually here and does any of this matter?

And when I think of you does that make you real too?

Because all I want are my real lips against your real lips

then to have time stop.

If I don’t exist I should just tell you?

so I did

And now look what happened.

It turns out I do exist

and it did matter

and you are real

and even with my lips wanting yours

time speeds up and its like you don’t exist anymore

but you do

which makes it so much more hard.