Roses are red
so have you painted my ears
You were reason for my smiles
until you were reason for my tears

I liked the smile you gave me
and the smile that you wore
that I looked past the fact that I wasn't
whom those smiles had hung there for

He who captured my heart was none other
but he who kept it wasn't thee
for there had to be some glitch in the matrix
to persuade myself that it was likely

That it was likely that all the flowers
of whose petals I picked never nay'ed
all the while past my own little bedroom
you were buying someone a bouquet

He who ran in my mind was not truly you
because I could only dream with open eyes
while you spent your weekend walking with another
and called her the love of your life

There were two in that cafe sipping coffee
living like the world had paused time in that street
while there I lay having lunch, a million miles away
stuck replaying the hope that I might just see you again someday

The butterflies are slowly dying
but it was not for me to decide
for he who caused the clamor in my stomach
was only a figment of my mind

I cannot continue to like you
because I realize, you exist
and had some form of autonomous choice
that would allow you to resist

To resist the duty I felt you
had all the responsibility to bear
and that's to like me for as long as I liked you
but then, all that love story was only in my longing
and I guess
it'd have to remain just there

That you could love another
I had erased all possibility
but it's due time that I remember
that I only conjured you up to love me

You were precious as the flowers
painting me in their hue
but I was fool to have forgotten
that there were also violets
and they were blue
- and that you were a real human
so I had to snap out of "you"