I was sold a dream.
I was sold on the fine details, minor trim pieces, the solid parts, and those bursting at the seams.
The insides and the outsides, both had me hooked.
Hooked so completely, I ignored my instincts and couldn’t see no matter how hard I looked.
I couldn’t reconcile both sides, so I ignored what I saw with my eyes.
I let my heart lead and silenced my mind.
I let the butterflies be my guide.
I thought I could put all my trust in him alone.
I thought he’d shine a light on the unknowns.
I was wrong.
And I learned a lesson I’ll not soon forget.
A slap to the face, and he stole my breath.
A shattered heart, and my fairytale was gone.
A beautiful dream born of beautiful things,
Gave way to a nightmare when it cracked at the seams.
I have awoken, mourning the loss of him, and what we had.
I am not broken, just letting go of a dream before it all turns bad.
