Imaginary You!

Imaginary you!  You are not what
I think.  Phantasmagory at the focal
points of my desire, you subsist till
tricks insomnia has taught
me drive my private sides of you from thought.
I see through you. I know that, mine, you will
not be mine. So let this vade retro dispel
your daemon, fetching figment I wrought.

And you, imago, inexorably
assuming her aspect.
You are the finer of the two.
She disappoints, leads astray.  She
always refuses to stay perfect,
imaginary, intangible you.