not a rose

you exist,
but only in my mind.
the you I fell for,
I mean.


the real you is
unrecognizable.
if I passed you in the 
busy street somewhere,
I would have to 
call you by a
different name.


but you are 
not a rose,
you do not 
smell as sweet.


I do not want you.
I want the you 
who sends roses.
I want the you
I wish you were.