One Step Forward, Two Steps Back

I have to let go of this boy that exist only in my dreams,
In reality he's not quite the same, he's not all that he seems.

He may be cute and funny, but I don't feel a spark,
So I just can't understand how he still holds my heart.

Every night on a new adventure the two of us embark,
A romantic trip to Paris, a stroll in Central park.

I try to move on, but my heart holds me back,
Every night as I sleep my will becomes slack.

When I wake I do find that my chest feels quite empty,
As images of what might be fill my mind a plenty.

I wish for this boy I've created in my head,
The thought of the two of us rips my heart to shreds.

Why can't the real boy be the same as in my dreams,
Whenever I meet up with him, his smile simply beams.

But in real life, I must leave my dream world far behind,
Because I'm sure in reality, I never even cross his mind.

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