If You Were Real

I keep your name beneath my breath,

Katsuki, burning through the rest.

You walk in like a summer storm,

All sharp-edged heat and thunder form.

I know you're drawn in ink and flame,

A made-up boy with a real name.

Still, when the whole room fades from view,

I catch myself reaching for you.

Maybe you'd roll your eyes at me,

Maybe you'd stay so I could see—

Behind the sparks, behind the fight,

The softer heart you keep out of sight.

If you were real, would you like me too?

Would I be someone you'd let close to you?

Through every blast, every stubborn fight,

Would you choose my hand at the end of the night?

I know you're a dream, but it still feels true—

If you were real, I'd run to you.

I picture you beside the train,

Complaining loudly about the rain.

You'd call me reckless, call me weird,

Then walk me home when no one's near.

I'd learn the pauses in your voice,

The quiet places past the noise.

You'd never say the words out loud,

But stand beside me in a crowd.

Maybe you'd tell me, “Don't fall back,”

Then leave your jacket on my back.

A little rough, a little true,

The kind of care I'd know was you.

If you were real, would you like me too?

Would I be someone you'd let close to you?

Through every blast, every stubborn fight,

Would you choose my hand at the end of the night?

I know you're a dream, but it still feels true—

If you were real, I'd run to you.

And when the page turns, when the credits roll,

You still leave sparks across my soul.

Maybe the world can't make you stay,

But you make lonely days feel brave.

So I'll keep this wish where the wild hearts go:

Somewhere beyond what the stories show.

If you were real, would you like me too?

Would I be someone you'd let close to you?

Through every blast, every stubborn fight,

Would you choose my hand at the end of the night?

I know you're a dream, but it still feels true—

If you were real, I'd run to you.