Caught

I got caught. Like a rabbit in a snare, I get caught.

Should I say something to you first? We've come this far and still nothing. Or should I let you come to me? I've shown my hand multiple times, wanting to be something.

Fake

I hold this pillow like it's you. I clench this fabric and pretend it's your pores. I begin to slip into false reality, and your contour is in my grasp again.