stolen emotions

there's something about

missing someone you've never held

about

having borrowed memories of someone else

about

wishing on a dying star

about

counting a never-ending stream of sheep

that makes the nights almost unbearable like

holding your hand when you're not here

staring at my phone waiting for your texts

waking up at 1 am without you

listening to our songs at odd hours

missing you.

i wish these were my memories

instead of fantasies

maybe then I'd be sane

and not pining over a stranger.

but what is love

besides insanity?

i wouldn't call this love because

i've never met you

but I know your favorite color

and your favorite food

that you prefer strawberries over blueberries

night over morning

milk over orange juice

milk chocolate over white

and yet you don't know

me.