Sometimes I pretend

Sometimes I pretend I can feel your fingers sneaking up my back,
wrapping themselves around my waist,
pulling me into your warm embrace,
protecting me from the doubts.

Sometimes I pretend I could still skip down the lane and knock on the door of your house,
pretend to be surprised when you open it to find me there,
sneak past your mum into your bedroom,
run around playing tag, like toddlers.

Sometimes I pretend I was still the only girl in your world,
the one that made your heart beat faster,
the one that gave you butterflies,
the one that scrambled your thoughts.

But just like the sentence that disrupted the flowing pattern,
I crash back to reality with a thud,
The pain destroys the illusion,
But still, sometimes I pretend.