Exist

I have dreamt about you in colours that don't exist.

I paint pictures and sceneries of places that don't exist.

I wrote pages for you, but in the end, the exact words didn't exist.

I kept dancing to the song of your love, but the rhythm didn't exist.

I've heard voices saying that somebody loves me, but the voices don't exist.

I knew that you loved me, but your love for me didn't exist.

I think I've gone crazy since you've broken my heart,

My delusions are turning into art.

I do even exist or not?

I can't tell apart.