Flowers for Me

Illusions

What a beautiful web of lies that we've weaved for ourselves.
What a perfect fantasy that we've created.
One where we actually end up together and everything seems so perfect.
Or how about when you said you'd pick me up and take me places? That wasn't something created by my own delusions.
You actually texted that to me.
You wanted to be with me and from there the fantasies kept spiraling out of control and god I actually imagined a time where we might be happy. Where we could actually be a cute couple where people would say we need to get a room or where they would make posts about us because of the perfect fantasy we created.

But to think that any of this would become true is crazier. That was never going to happen. You were just using me. And I was making your fantasy come true. But I wasn't getting anything in return.

They were all illusions for me. But you got to play out your fantasies and all I got was the gift of replaying a break up over and over again because I didn't get anything from you except a "send me a goodnight pic" and hat was only once.

Oh what a beautiful web of lies that we've weaved here. All filled with illusions of ever being happy.