Misguided By Fear

A broken heart can only get broken so many times...

I waited and waited,
For an answer, but nothing.
I felt as if it has finally ended,
As I felt my soul fading, slowly.

I knew it was too good to be true,
But I decided to turn a blind eye.
My days started to turn blue,
I felt alone and rejected, like a shopping plastic in the sky.

I don't desire perfection,
I only need communication.
Do you care enough to listen?
Or was I just a victim of your sick love potion?