You are not the person sitting next to me,
You are the space that's left and filled with magic.
You are not a human being,
You are an irrational idealization.
You do not complete me,
You just fill what's empty in me with your emptiness.
You are not misteriously cool,
You are a sick sad story, like the rest of us.
You are not love,
You are an echo of it.