I loved you.

The biggest lie

you ever told.

I loved you,

it was pure affection;

everytime you showered me

with healing kisses

and goodnight wishes,

it felt like you were a blessing

and I was your salvation

— what happened to us?

The fault was on you;

you were the embodiment

of fury with a heart

as cold as Queen Elsa

and you chose to walk

into the heavens

just to live a to-be-forsaken

romance fairytale.

I really loved you

but my mind carefully laid out

its logic-laden blueprints,

detailing how it was all

nothing in particular.

Nothing but an infatuation.

Still, I put on a show

hoping no one would realize

I was high on her drugs

but drowning in my addiction.