He Who Lives In my Daydreams

By Waniya Ehtesham

He Who Lives In My Daydreams

He was so sensible towards me,

So caring and gentle

He listened to every inanity that left my imprudent mouth,

Like he would listen to it all his life

He completed the words to all my favorite songs,

Even though he didn’t fancy them

I felt guilty because I knew I was not as perfect as him

I didn’t have a smile as appealing as him,

I didn’t have that charm that he had in his dreamy eyes

I was not as alluring as him,

Nor was I so bewildering

So why am I emotional?

When I knew it wouldn’t turn out the way I wanted it to?

When I knew that he was too good to be true?

Overdosed of his love,

That’s what I had been,

Too blind to see that this story wasn’t mine and his

“Sunflower.” he had called me

“You’re mine.” he had said

Then where did he go?

Little did I know,

He was my sun,

But I wasn’t his sunflower

I am not displeased by him,

For I am resentful at myself

I had been too drunk on his taste,

To notice that it was all fake

Fictional, that’s what he was

Nothing but a segment of my imagination

How broken was I to envisage him?

“So, that’s all he was?”

“So, we were nothing?”, I had asked myself

The only insightful answer was in front of me,

It was an empty compliment, him and I

“You didn’t exist?” I had cried,

“No, Sunflower...” he had replied

It was too late for me to make believe,

For I had fallen in love with him

I had accepted it,

We were meaningless

But I still loved the concept of him being my destiny,

Because he still lived in my daydreams.

- Waniya Ehtesham

By Waniya Ehtesham