How Can We Fall In Love With What Isn't Real

Two days ago I found out that my new favorite musician is an A.I.

And yesterday we let love die

Today I am getting drunk

And tomorrow . . .

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring

But Goddamn

These lessons sting

She was my plan 

She was my future

And now

I couldn’t feel any stupider

How can we fall in love with what isn’t real?

Is being alone really that bad?

Maybe tomorrow I will get a motel room

And get really drunk 

And try not to feel anything

Maybe tomorrow I’ll try not to think

Maybe tomorrow I won’t feel on the brink

Maybe in a week or two

She’ll love me again

Maybe in a year or three

Someone whose ready will love me

Maybe in a fear 

Hides

My pride

Maybe everything I said and did was a lie?

Maybe that’s why I get so high?

I don’t want to feel this much . . .

I try not feel anything real at all

It's all . . . Too much

Maybe in a month 

I won’t miss her gentle touch as much

Maybe in a year or 8 I’ll shut the fuck up

Maybe we needed this . . .

Maybe I needed this . . .

Maybe we were living in a fantasy and this is our reality check. 

Maybe we made promises we shouldn’t have

Maybe we had hope we shouldn’t of

Maybe she isn’t my person

Maybe no one is . . .

Two days ago, I found out that my new favorite musician was A.I.

And yesterday we let love die

Today I am getting drunk

And tomorrow . . .

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring

But Goddamn

These lessons sting

Maybe love is a myth we created to combat our loneliness?

Yeah . . . Maybe that’s it.

Maybe in 100 years I’ll get over it.

-CH 12/7/25