A love I created

Wrapped in delusions, An idea of you, i idolize. Surrounded in whispers of truths, I choose to ignore it. I turn away from the stares of reality, Choosing to bask in sweet dreams and fantasies. Making excuses for the real you, Crafting a version of you that fits my desires. Magnifying the illusion, Layer upon layer of lies, I willingly deceive myself. I see clearly what it is, but I refuse to accept it. He loves me, I tell myself, But deep down, I know the truth, He loves that I love him and nothing more. He cares for me, I whisper, Yet reality stings harshly. He reciprocates, only the barest minimum, Just enough to keep me holding on. He gives me attention, I insist, But he thrives on the attention I give him. His attention, fleeting and unstable, A shooting star is slower. He's a giver, he's for me, I convinced myself. But the truth pierces through the falseness, He's a taker, he's not for me. As my cruel reality beckons, I find myself at a crossroads. To keep believing the lies, The dreams I made. Or to escape these chains, The illusions I created. And still I cling to the mirage, Feeding a fire that burns only me, He's my delusion, an idolised idea.