I sleep with an imaginary you every single night, convinvcing I didn't let you go.
I reeked of toxicity and I know you could smell it, denial leaked from that beautiful mouth that used to kiss me.
You were so mirthful in the beginning and I broke you down with this lustful darkness, because it loved your light.
Because I could, that was my reason- I had the power and I loved it, you were wrapped around my finger.
So beautiful you were, I fell in love with what I had created- I had conformed you into another victim of darkness.
I had to let you go, because I could feel the self destruction from you- you planned on leaving the earth.
I had to break myself down, to give you an opprotunity for you to build yourself up.
Because I could, that was my only reason.
I sleep with an imaginary you because I can, and I can't break a memories heart.
I love you...because I can, that is my only damn reason.