My Green Gentleman

[emopopsicle]

the hand behind this pen
can't stand to draw his face;
       ink runs dry
           but spills everywhere
he's a flick of lines over paper
only existing in my mind
             a figment of imagination;
a character of wasted time
darling, don't ever think you're not enough
       i love you forever and i trust you
but he's more than that
    he's so much more
i can't believe i'm cheating on you
        i'm so guilty
he doesn't exist, so why does this matter
he's there right when i need him
       what will you do?
sometimes you are nothing to me.