Fooling Myself

And, so I guess we're dead.
And, it's taken months.
Or, has it been years?
My heart doesn't know.
Keeping time in beats
that never seem to slow.
I don't think I ever imagined
blindness the way you presented.
I don't think I ever thought
this could have been me.

The very thought of love being
such a lie, the way you presented
everything you thought you wanted
is the antithesis of my life.
Here, where trust is the basis of everything
I have ever done, hope being
the only light to guide me and you
don't see the light the same way.

I loved you even when I knew I was wrong.
I loved you despite everything I had proof of.
I do not regret that love, only the fooling myself.