Imagine something.

This something gives you advice

Though useful, it is not always rational

It can confuse you as much as it can help you

Every person has one of these

It is not much bigger than your fist

It's the center of each and every soul

It's their heart.

Imagine you try to shut it out

seal away the warmth it gives,

into a cold prison

of misery, despair and logic

You feel it struggle,

but in tears you lock it away

and discard the key

in hopes it will not annoy you

Now, imagine someone 

This someone is nothing special

Yet everything about them appeals to you

And all you want to do, is know them more.

This imaginary person is nothing special

Yet now they begin to mean the world to you

All you want to do is talk to them

Get to know them, hug them, laugh with them...

Your mind begins to rebel

It does not want to be dethroned

Yet you cannot take the headaches anymore

and so you break your heart free.

It lurches and leaps into the open

Shaking loose the cold bonds of rationality

and all it can think about

is this imaginary person.

Yet imagine this now,

that this imaginary person is real

They're so real that they're reading this poem

Because you're my imaginary person

and there's no other way I could ever tell you this.