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There's far too much I could say about falling in love yet feeling alone, too many memories we own will find expression some way, everything else is just a game that we play. Something about you intrigued the imagination. Could be a style exuding exquisite exhilaration, or maybe a smile that eclipsed any other consideration. I know the meaning of love can feel more real than a fact as soon as you kiss me back. Those hypnotic lips like a drug I shouldn't take, maybe a mistake, yet lust had taken root with just a little taste of loves fruit. In those moments I knew there'd always be a piece of me lost in you. An illusion seeking to illuminize kept dragging along, such a delusion would may never fully be gone, together in collusion towards an ever darker dawn. I couldn't have learned love without your deceptive art eclipsing my heart in a shadow of doubt, I know all to well what that's all about, how a vibrant fascination can evolve a virulent infatuation where a simple kiss would birth a lingering ghost, haunting as sweet memories we love most. It's not always the heart, sometimes the mind breaks as well, a coldness which aches of burning hell. A smile with you I would no longer coax, like a once enchanting spell entertaining cruel jokes, the magic we had exposed as a hoax. You are my addiction so utterly defined, a bad dream haunting to constantly remind, yet I find myself saving my final breath to say "I love you." One last time. If I could take it all back I'd play it out the same, even when your love was merely a game. Though in the end, my love you wouldn't pursue, I wouldn't want to miss the time I'd spent with you. I thank you eternally for my first steps of love, reminding me of the dreams I'm capable of. I step on a path that follows the few, you walk away from my love even though I love so true, now the real pain begins from my addiction to you. One day for sure you'll think of how we kissed, then you'll finally see what you really have missed, everything you ever truly wished. By the time you realize that you may have been wrong, the loneliness will begin to dawn as you find I've moved on.
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