You're an artist babe

I find myself pushing away at jet black hair. Times like this when you talk fast and I fall fast and you make it hard to not stare. When I see your picture in the magazine almost everyday. When you talk to me like I'm human, when your eyes light up at the references I make. When late night convos turn into deep talks and dreaming of you makes me sleep walk. When I'm falling in love with the sunset and you ask me if I've gone crazy yet. The only answer I have is yes. You are so far off and caught up in your own head. Artists are like that. Makes it easy to bring imagination to reality if it is all you ever think of. Makes me wonder if there is space for me in there. If I could dig out my own little sitting area in your mind. Can I convince you to step out into reality for just a second to be with me? I worry you will die stuck in between the stories you draw the lines for, I worry you are so caught up with fiction that you will forget to write our happy ending.