I liked this a lot. I liked the visuals you brought forth.

Omg. I would have loved to be able to pin this poem on our front page for a while. I absolutely love every single line. I found parts of me in this poem too.

Just a few observations:

"I asked myself it it was only my imagination,"
^ first "it" should be "if"

"You've always been there in every of my direction,"
^ should there be another word after "every", like "step" or "sense". The phrasing feels off.

Now, to the entirety of the poem!

Loved how you connected previous lines to the final stanza. How the intimate visuals of the first part brought life, this person seeing the beauty in things perhaps overlooked, using their imagination... then, a blunt realization in the final stanza. That stars explode. That nothing can be created from that, not even poetry. And the sense of vitality, only to imagined things, never to a soul that maybe carries a lot more.

This poem intrigued me, and I think carried some mystery. I liked the tie-in of the false reality here. It made me think how love can be shocking in that it takes us out of ourselves, and when we are brought back to the harshness of reality, of facing our own demons, we feel there is no fantasy to life, there is no hope in indulging in something bigger than us.

Happy to see this nominated. Please keep writing and sharing!