He doesn't exist

my man loves me 

he falls in love with every lie I tell. 

for him they're just words that open their green eyes 

but he still can't see me 

so he tries to hear me good.

with every phrase that I say

he paints me in his mind 

my hair, my body, my dreams

and I can't tell that isn't a gorgeous view 

in his mind my favorite color is red, my favorite flowers are roses and 

I am half of the truth

my man loves a work of art

painted with his ears 

and I don't sign underneath