Love Story

I was comfortable with our Verbal discourse, at first Reluctantly Sapiosexual Being, Intellect your speech, I yearned for more The version of you I placed in my mind, Foolishly To accommodate my infatuation I ultimately refused to see, Blindly I walked to the edge of the cliff with blurred vision Already emotionally strained, now wounded, Bitterly And don't know how to feel or how to end the pain that I inflicted, on myself, Inconsistently I was wrong, but I will heal Obligated to Self to be Strong, Mentally Self Inflicted Torment Wondering how to escape my Mind, Consciously Blaming my Sensitivity Prosecuting My emotions, Emotionally Being Loved is minimal I valued the version I created of you, Inaccurately But now I see, Clearly! Your Love lacked Support, I was not your Priority Lesson Learnt! Bridges Burnt! That Version of Me that Needed the Self Created Version of You Has Evolved, Balanced on a Scale with a Feather, Peace Profound, Thankfully!