Delusions of Love

bleed me clean
of this living dream
comprised of all my lacking actions
-and my poison words
tell me sweetly,
you're mine completely
though secretly
we both know, that would be absurd
watch me burning
my heart is yearning
yet you are colder
than the oldest arctic ice
hear me lamenting
new tragedies inventing
with my tongue admitting
you are my addiction, and my vice
feel the disconnection
for my words were an infection
they were so hollow and meaningless
and now I am the fool
some would have run
At a time when I had only begun
to realize my position in your world
as a tool