I wonder what blurred my understanding,
what blindness I had acquired that made me
not see that I fabricated it all.

Perhaps it was my love, so powerful in its wake
that it hindered me, it stopped me from accepting
the truth that laid before my eyes.

I'm sorry for loving so unconditionally,
I haphazardly destroyed the line between
my illusion and your reality;

the worst thing about it I suppose
is that even now,

I'm still unable to tell the difference.