Supplant

You’re just a shell for me to fill.
My own ideas shape your mind.
What movements I want dictate your hands.
Your eyes always meet mine.
I am in love with your body, not your being.
Once I make you fit my mold,
I fall in love with every moment
when I let you in my head,
when I move my hands to where yours should be,
when I look and expect to see you.
This is as close as I’ll get
to the lover that has been my dreams.
I fell in love with that dream
and not with you.
I just chose you as my vessel.

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