Fantasies

Your everything turns my nothing into a constant state of flux,
yet this energy that I can't expell gives anxiety that f***s.../
With me and all I am. Does it always come and go as you please?
These feelings that I'm feeling just make me want to leave.../
This reality of emotion, when the back door to my mind,
is kicked open every day, giving me the 'strength' for me to find.../
In my head, in my lies,
in those constructs and the visions that are always loose behind my eyes.
It's pathetic, those dreams, these things I can never leave.
But I keep on slamming on the door, hoping for another fantasy to weave.