another

when his words come to you
you wish to trace his lips
with your fingertips
and
watch him as he sleeps;
observe if his eyelashes brush his
cheeks.

but
away from it all
when its down to reality,
it's another you find
in the dark.

many others in fact,
but one in particular
and it's wrong what you do
but you love it.

and you want this
like you wanted the other
but less so and more profound
all at once.

you should stop
but you know you never will
and you fear if he feels true
he'll hurt.

and that's all you were ever good at.