Only because the sword stabbed me and I didn't die, doesn't mean it never hurt. Only because you're fictional, doesn't mean I never loved you. Funny how I find you everywhere but have nobody to tell, in falling flowers, in some random lyrics of lost music, I see you in an artist's undone mural, in the fresh sweet scent of a tired town. I ended up knotting my arteries as a welcome gift to you, and cry until I hold you tight against my hollow heart, until the end of that one daydream. Even if you are born out of someone's imagination, made of ink, greiving paperbacks and their silent sorrows, I still dance in the garden in my head, thinking of you. Even if this world doesn't deserve to have you, you are safe in my heart. This soul will find you across universes Two souls connected beyond pain, Not for someone like you, it was only because it was you. If there was a day I never picked up that one book, it would be life's greatest horror. If the cost of knowing you is a little emotional devastation I'm truly grateful to have met you. If loving you is seen as madness, I'll keep this unexplainable feeling deep inside, as words no one will ever hear.