You were just a stranger,
Equipped with venomous danger.
Everything you said, was sweet
And definitely a treat.
You made me wait.
But you were always late.
You made me smile.
As brilliant as a polished tile.
But then i woke up.
The truth was laid out; raw, naked and brutal.
You were just an illusion.
A perfect romantic imagination.
There were no midnight talks,
Fancy smiles and joyful laughs.
There were just me,
My pen and my tear-soaked papers.
There were just endless screams,
And terrible nightmares.
No comfort of your words,
Your voice nor my favorite pillows.
I was just a prisoner
Of love and fiction.
Trapped in my own thoughts,
Colorful lies and made up dimensions.
