Can't even feel joy
For a moment in a fictional boy
One who is only a phase
And won't last after lots of days
Can't turn to someone much like an imaginary friend
Someone to be there when I feel like it's the end
Can't talk to myself in the form of a character I admire
Cause of a spite that inspires
Me to hide the me I'm proud of
A me that's gotten through rough times alone
All by myself
All by the coping methods
Of the characters I've been blessed with in my life.
I'm not spiteful,
But how could I ever get you to understand?
You need not to be jealous.
They are only in the mind
Fictional.
They are only as real as I make them
But I'm not magician
My imagination has no limits,
However, reality does.
You needn't worry.
You are my love,
My one and only.
But you must understand
What these characters mean to me
The things they have got me through
What they continue to get me through.
Please try to understand
Stop thinking with your masculinity
And start feeling, seeing with your heart.
This is a part of who I am
And I've tried to let the characters go,
But if you don't like this part of who I am,
Then I don't know how we can continue to work...

:/