Close Enough To Feel, Although Unreal

Love is false to those like I Whimsical enough to dip their feet in such dangerous waters Confiding our faith in one presumed to hold our heart Overlooking our indecisive nature Intoxicated with, but oblivious to the ignorance Of the concept of forever, with them Holding close-fistedly onto the hand that only knocked you down The desire for them painfully develops from craving into a longing urgency A misguided belief gone amiss Mutualism for the other nonexistent in their intangible eyes Spiraling in a mutilated defeat seems fit the exclusive option Once brought to consciousness of your now brutal reality You were doubtless in your supposition For a second you were conclusively unequivocal That you were close enough to possess and proclaim…their Love