Moving On (or at least somewhere)

I met you.
Then the only eyes I cared for
were those dull emeralds you hid.
Your happiness made me high.

And in the light of all honesty about
how our two hearts really beat
I realize that you were more or less
a fantasy and although you’re real…

You’re not the man I thought you were.

But, the blame is my own.
You are only a human; like myself.
And I am a romantic who clothes you in purple.
I am the one person, right now, who sees you as so much more,
placing glue and feathers across your shoulders.

Now, when tart reality bites my hand
and the cold truth settles on my chest
I feel so foolish for ever thinking that things
were some damn fairytale.

Really, I’m just delusional.
Things are… confusing.

Now with fresh lessons engraved
into the bark of my heart,
maybe, I can deserve love.

We don’t choose which thorns stick us…
But we choose which ones to remove.
And we can endure,
and face the pain of losing that familiar sting.
We can persevere through the hurt and taste soft freedom.

Remove my empty rattling dreams, and
let the new sun fill me with warmth
where the body that used to lay next to mine
left only a cold indention.