Reality Poem by Dior Graham

I must be dreaming,
I must be in the most unstable part of my imagination.
I must be falling,
I must have fallen into this immaculate world to escape reailty.
I must be moonstruck,
Just the smell of the air gets my heart racing.
I must be lost,
I have no recollection of how I got here.

The superb reflection in her eyes,
The flawless curles in her hair,
The unique shape of her lips,
The incomparable touch of her skin,
Her limited pool of talents,
Her imperfect speech and gramma,
Her lack of comprehension,
And her continuous low confidence.

They must be,
The perfections and flaws my mind has implanted to make her seem more real.
But I know better,
I am not fooled by such low level trickery, I will out smart my mind.
I am certain,
I was certain now I'm not sure constantly doubting reality.
But she can't be mine,
In no world am I even nearly good enough for her.

She is everything,
She is anything,
She is nothing,
She is something,
She is one thing,
She is the other thing,
And she is another thing,
She is perfect!