You Were Right

I put you up on a pedestal
on which you could not remain
assigned the grand image to you
which, over time, collected stain
and I know it was my fault, for
making you something that you weren't
for telling you I loved you
realizing that we'd both get burnt

I'm not too proud to admit it
I was in love with only the dream
of the happy life together forever
full of what love is supposed to mean

Time alone has proven me wrong
between love and feelings, a line
exists to separate the two, though
hard to see because it's fine

I'd have done my best to make it work
if you would've let me stay
but inevitably with no love there
I was destined to betray
and I'm not at all too proud to say
you were right.