Passion kindled so quickly, but it seems
The feelings were completely one-sided.
Despite rhythm and rhyme, you crushed my dreams
‘Gainst the rocks reality provided.
Desire blinded me, and I confused
You for the bringer of inspiration;
A goddess to every writer; a muse
Who grants by grace the gift of creation.
The “you” I loved was only illusion –
An ideal built upon self-deception.
And I, fooled by the equivocation,
Believed you would requite my affection.
I know now you weren’t worth my devotion;Sadly, this awareness was too hard won.