I was too lovestruck to see the real you
because I was convinced you were the one I'd always dream of
You didn't care enough to get to know the real me
because I'll never be one of the skinny bimbos you seem to love
No matter what I do or how I change, I'll never be the one you want
and I can't keep torturing myself trying to be someone else, pretending our values are aligned
but it wasn't fair to either of us that I put you up on that pedestal either
You never could have lived up to the man who only ever existed in my mind
Now these tears I shed aren't for you, you don't deserve them
No, I'm missing the delusion of who I thought you were
Torn apart as I discovered who you really are
and my hope for love has become nothing more than a dream deferred
Now these tears I shed aren't for us, there was never a "we" or an "us"
No, I'm grieving the delusion of what I thought we could be
Shattered by reality as the blinders fell from my eyes
Ignoring the pain and every red flag that maybe I simply didn't want to see
Now these tears I shed aren't for the adventures we have, little more than pipe dreams
No, I'm mourning the delusion of all the things I thought we'd do
Demolished slowly but painfully as I was confronted with the truth
and when I listen to Mary J., I could lie and say I'm "Not Gon Cry," but I'm really "Misty Blue"
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