Apart at the seams

In my imagination you see me

And when I cry you take my hand

I know that this imaginal you

Is not scared of yourself or your feelings

And so its fine to be with me in mine

But in real life so often it is I 

Who is one just left crying all alone

And who knows if this is just the way its meant to be

Maybe I am meant to walk through this life alone

With no one much beside me

Maybe its only when alone

That I can touch the truth

But if so why is it that I can cry

With you but you stay dry eyed?

Maybe its all okay

Maybe I just feel things more intensely

And don’t need to wrestle so much

With the reality

Maybe I just need to accept the truth

And let dreams be dreams

And not let the disappontment 

Tear me apart any more

At the seams