Disclaimer: You know how it goes. Not mine, blahdy-blah.

I had Edward Cullen in mind when I wrote this but it could apply to a few others as well. I'm sure many of you have felt the same way at some point. sigh

Real boys just can't compete...

Ode to a Fictional Character

Is it sad that my love isn't real;

He cannot see, he cannot feel?

I'll never feel his arm's embrace,

Or smell his scent, or taste his taste.

And yet, he offers more appeal

Than any boy I know who's real.

Just the perfect dichotomy

Of strength and sensitivity.

He'd always listen and wipe my tears,

Protect me from danger, allay my fears.

Furthermore, he can't desert me;

He'll never leave and never hurt me.

When I'm lonely and it's him I need,

All I have to do is read.

He makes me laugh, he makes me cry,

Tense my fists, or breathe a sigh.

He's all I think about, all I dream,

In all my writing, he's a common theme.

It may be sad that my love isn't real,

But that doesn't change the way I feel.

No, I'm not crazy. I prefer the term obsessed. Please review and let me know what you think of my writing.