I have seen the smile of a pseudo lover, felt the chill of his wintery touch, His words are pacifiers, substitutes for the love he cannot give. There is more reality in my dreams than in the arms of a shadow whose bed is an empty platform on which nothing holds together. I have known the pain an invisible man can inflict, the heart wound from a pseudo lover, the loneliness of midnight.
I have know the suffocating air of a stale love affair that comes on strong like warm beer on a hot summer day. Add a little salt to make it fizz. Drink it down, then puke it up. You're left with nothing but a sour taste in your mouth.
Pseudo love was all that I had until someone came and touched me with his healing hands and made all things real. We will be one forever.
