my words could force the very being of you
out of reality: the strength
and the animation of my dreaming could shove
the factuality of you into nothingness:
in wishing, in creating, in hoping,
the you that i imagine is stronger even
than the you that actually is.
i could corner you
into non-existence, replace each day
and each memory of you with aspiration:
since what i have created
can only be conquered by a better actuality,
i pray you are who you say you are,
that you love with the love you say you have.
when i write you,
you are flawless, and flawlessly intentioned.
who you are, and what you mean,
is a decision for me to make.