in English we say Im ok

but in poetry we say how will I resonate with this fact ,how can I follow through with fiction knowing really well it isn't real, knowing really well that I've lost you and I can no longer in every possible existence host you. this beauty has left me wounded and bleeding,but I'm still acting a fool I'm still finding room for you, regardless of the pain you're kisses still linger upon my lips you're warm embrace still trickle down my spine. and yet i claim I'll be ok, but i lie and wait for desire to fade