Disillusioned

How could I

Make myself believe things

That were never true?

Make myself feel emotions

That were never shared?

Force myself to see

The smile never shown?

Experience the touch

That was never made?

 

How could I

Possibly have made up

All those times at your place;

All the movies we watched;

All the kisses that we shared;

All those moments in your arms;

All the ‘love’ we experienced;

All the moments lost in your eyes;

All the passion we felt?

 

Have I been disillusioned

This entire time?

Have I been caught

In this web of my own deceit?

Have I been lost

In my own little world?

Have I been faking

Everything that I thought was true?

 

Delusional.

That's what I've been.

Delusional

All this time.

Delusional

About what I believed to be true

Delusional

About you ever wanting me.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel04October2007

 

Reviews

[Sound]

Very sad picture you painted in my head. Powerful.

[An owl on the moon]

The emotional pain and confusion of lost love is so vividly conveyed through line on line; what was and what is... The isolation and emptiness left in the wake of a severed relationship rips through a mind and heart so brutally... The page weeps as I read it over and over...

Craig

[a Messenger]

It is painful to have our eyes opened to what we do not want to see.
The pain and disappointment of discovery are plainly apparent in this one.
Again, a masterful write from a truly great writer.