I think I made you up inside my head

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 

I lift my lids and all is born again. 

(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, 

And arbitrary blackness gallops in: 

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed 

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. 

(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: 

Exit Seraphim and Satan's men: 

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I fancied you'd return the way you said. 

But I grow old and I forget your name. 

(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

 

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; 

At least when spring comes they roar back again. 

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

[Sylvia Plath {1932-1963} 'Mad Girl’s Love Song', from Dark Horses: Poets on Overlooked Poems]