Through Rose-Colored Glasses

It wasn’t you who I fell in love with,

It was the idea of you that I projected.

My delusional mind is to blame—

I let the damn illusions fool me again.

Things will never change,

I don’t know why I bothered trying.

It’s always the same,

it ends in tear streams, never drying.

Hope is a horrible thing to believe in;

No one but yourself is to blame for that high-expectation ceiling.

Because in reality, there’s no such thing as reciprocated feelings,

Only wasted times and a life spent healing. ◆

Contact Njoud through njoudes2@gmail.com