you loved me with a little of yourself.
or did you think I failed to recognize
the doubts you disdainfully entertained?
beyond the horizon of faint visions
lies confusion beset in promises
of living in a theatrical stage.
did you control fantasy or did it
relentlessly cease your mind and bound you
to an inextricable illusion?
how were you blinded by dimmed images
and think less of yourself and then seduce
me with even the littlest adoration?
leave me with the thought of having known you,
for you've forgotten that I've loved you too.