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.