Poems from the Heart and Mind

Disillusioned

I was young when I first fell in love,

I was completely blind and unknowing,

That I didn't even stop to think of,

When he loved me, was my love too flowing?

Many atime did I such recall,

He was the kindest person I knew,

Saw me more than someone in the hall,

With him I could show him I was true.

Then I slowly reflect on how I feel,

Did I love him 'cause how he treated me;

Accepting me was its only appeal?

All that reflection it took me to see.

I was selfish and insensitive;

I hurredly ended it, too afraid

To get a chance to be inquisitive.

I knew I had hurt him, but still he stayed.

My brain and my heart are saying two things,

I am just so hopelessly confused that

My eyes become blurry and start to sting.

Slowing thoughts, as annoying as a gnat.

Is it to myself in which I lie?

I'm the disillusioned one, as you see,

It's a fact, he is the perfect guy;

I have to know, is he perfect for me?