To The Guy I Will Never Meet

To the tall, dark and handsome,

To the supportive, strong and kind, 

To the sweet, cute and caring,

To the bad boy kind of vibe, 

To the hot, messy and cool,

To the one who turns me into a pool, 

To the smirk that suits that face,

To the one who makes my heart race,

To the guy who lives in books, 

Who I wish I could once look,

As a real person out here,

Not just an imaginary affair,

Where you're just where I want you,

When I'm falling or breaking too, 

For I know you won't be there,

After all this isn't a fairytale, 

So I'm fine with you in the books,

With your silky hair and your dashing looks, 

You reside in my mind rent free, 

I dream you up in a spree,

And I may not meet you ever,

But you'll always be my imaginary lover.