Delusions of grandeur for illusions we build, making idols out of each other because of the love that we never truly feel. My soul twisted because of a pain so deep I never thought it could be real. Relationships built off of a Romeo and Juliet complex- lovers lost in a sea of deceit, indulging in lust as we kowtow to hedonistic deeds and desire. We lose ourselves in mazes of our own creation and leave broken, dreams shattered for hoping that it was something more, but how could it be? Left dumbfounded because gratuitous meanness bewilders me, so who is it I see, lashing back with great fury against her, I want her to hurt like I do. I am left to ask myself how you can love again, when you shatter the false image of what you thought love was. Pieced together memories that are now better than actually was, so no one can ever replace the love in your head that never truly was.
