A True Poet At Heart.

Infatuation

I have come to this realization that what I want is a fantasy
A false illusion that if I keep trying to play it out I'll lose my sanity
Like the drug I never needed but always knew I wanted
Infatuated
To be infatuated is to be inspired with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.
Infatuation and Lust have the tendency to sing the same exact song, word for word, but is a master of disguise you start to think, believe rather, that its Love.
Similar to a wolf wrapped in sheep's clothing, yet the wolf is ready to attack at any moment. 
All in all, you fail yourself at your own cost.
But your my salvage. Lost at sea and you save me repeatedly.
It's like my feelings are stuck in a time warp and because my mind isn't in tune with my emotions I'm constantly hurting myself.
Love— the one thing you crave and you receive yet not the way that you wanted or expected.
Multiple voices in my head, raving on and on about your "heart's desires" only to be blindsided by the fact it was really your pussy talking.
I see now that men and women are more alike than the human race wants to give credit to.
We both have the same tendency, thinking with one head instead of another.
So now my final question remains, when all is said and done, Was the feelings that I felt a lie ?