I forgot about this one

But I really like it. It's probably my favorite poem of mine. I wrote it in early December, I think. Or November.

We create alternate realities;
We imagine scenarios,
We see ourselves as loving another in such a way
As friends or more or something else,
And somehow we make that real.
But the truth cares not for these,
Alternatives to life,
Plausible but impossible,
Perhaps once a future
Lost long ago to time and fate and the turning world.
But we create love in these places,
A present lost in the past.
And one sided though these are they are real;
They are real, and they are unbreakable,
And they have in them
The power to destroy.

And that,
That is what I feel for you.