You were the rabbit hole
that I fell into.
They deemed you as figment
as I claimed you to be reality.
I had no valid reasoning—
I just felt that
everything was **** right.
The steps I took on my way towards you
were the steps I shall not repent—
I presumed.
The enticement of the mystery
that the depth of the rabbit hole held
electrified me.
There was no trepidation—
just pure excitement
of something obscure.
The magic I've witnessed
seemed so real to me.
The fiction that happened
was non-fiction to me.
The lies you showed
was the verity to me.
Your Cheshire cat smile
was never mischievous to me.
—until I acertained
that our love
was delusional.
The thought of us
was just a phantasm.
You were the wonderland
that I never anticipated to show.
I fell.
I believed.
I ventured.
I wandered.
I wondered.
I lost—
myself
inside the wonderland.
The steps I took on my way away from you
are the steps I repent now
for I wish I had stayed
and stayed blinded by the fantasy.
The enticement of the mystery
that the depth of the rabbit hole held
now fears me.
There is no more excitement—
just pure trepidation
of something obscure,
and of something unreal.
And today, I can finally say,
as opposed to what I claimed,
You were the rabbit hole
that I fell into.
Now I'm in severe pain
for I fell too hard—
and they deem my pain as a figment
as I claim it to be reality.
I have no valid reasoning—
I just feel that
everything is **** wrong.