I thought I knew you.
I felt you underneath my skin
And on the rays of cracked light
As the clouds parted.
Woven vines of doubt were covered by
My love-sick eyes.
Honeysuckle hearts are often
Too quick to climb
Once they find something to latch on to.

I quickly sank into an empty bliss-
As if not thinking about it
Made it not exist.
I tasted your fake smile
On your intangible lips.
All I could think about was how
Perfect we were for each other.

But you can only love someone for so long
Before you see the lies.

Your eyes screamed adoration
But mine always seemed to hesitate.
I seemed so readable but only because
Our love was fake.
I saw how lonely you were
And realized the doom of our intimacy.
There was not only a lack of true love-
But a lack of me.

The real me.

I was too fake- appearing fine
But really broken.
The overanalyzing, the unease-
I simply morphed into
Whatever you wanted.

At times that’s fine,
But after a while
The real you is gone.
And while you might have
Some twisted form of love,
You have no shoulder to cry on.

I thought I knew you.
I felt you underneath my skin
And on the rays of cracked light
As the clouds parted.
Woven vines of doubt were covered by
My love-sick eyes.
Honeysuckle hearts are often
Too quick to die
Once they have nothing to latch on to.