Hopeless Romantic

For what purpose have you become my infatuation?
Clouding my thoughts of events we've yet to seek participation.
No rhyme or reason, just two souls without a destination.
Speaking in a language that only we know the translation.
Natural highs, long good-byes, and silent cries were a daily routine.
Lustful words, some unheard, took us to worlds never seen.
Talks of dreams and hidden insecurities never changed my view.
Looked past the present state and saw the future to a better you.
I became a person in which you could find inspiration,
A being with whom you wanted no separation.
Seemed like the fairy tale ending was a member we sought to find relation,
But just like every fantasy, mine came to a hesitation.

I've been in a deep sleep, a dream, lack of reality.
My eyes have been open and I can no longer see.
The person who once stood in front of me has become nothing but imagery.
A collection of words, feelings, and thoughts without true meaning.
Telling a tale that I cannot understand.
You are now the victim and I'm the "bad man"?
From what pain have you chosen to show such disdain?
Creating false accusations that you care not to explain.

Many flavors you say I've savored, when in truth there was only one I desired.
My mouth speaks it, your ears hear it, the eyes see it, but your heart fails to perceive or believe it.
I want what you're not willing to give,
I'd die for the object with which you live,'
I feel your blank, piercing stares,
And then I have to ask myself "why do I care?"
Trapped in a moment of silence, the liquid soon appears.
Salty forms of bitterness flowing down the smile that disguises a masked fear.

I sensed the change in demeanor.
I realized another form of beauty had captured your attention.
But being led by blind eyes, I lost all my sense of direction.
Chose to detour away from signs leading to the prevention of this place so cold & evil, many have quivered from one mention.

The hand I once held now lacks affection.
The arms that vowed to be my safety have left me unprotected.
Wish I could stop (H)aving (U)ncontrollable (R)ecurring (T)houghts,
But that would be too easy to mend the heart now distraught.
I knew before I boarded what would happen on this flight,
But I gave into the hype
And fell for another one, your type.