Real, honest feelings and intentions,
Want not for fantasies built on lies.
The brave have no need for deceit.
You were never the source of my desire or delight,
Of my delicious and daring poems,
Merely a vessel through which I explored and discovered them.
No judgement, no anger, no regret.
I prefer to remember you the way you were,
The way I constructed you,
The way I built myself through you.
I do not separate between reality and fantasy,
But rather build and nurture a fantastic reality.