How could I?
How could I let love play with me like that?
How could I let my heart be toyed with?
These feelings......
I don't want them any more.
They are confusing and irritating.
They torment me......
Every moment that I'm awake.
I once thought it was love that plagued me,
But now I begin to believe that it was just another childish infatuation.
As much as I wanted it to be love,
In actuality,
It was infatuation.
Infatuation......
It reigned over my world.
I wasn't myself.......
I was a pawn in its game.
You stole my heart......
Now I kindly ask for it back.
I need it more than you.
Infatuation......
It had a hold on me,
As though it was a ball and chain that wrapped itself around my ankle.
It slowed me down......
It slowed my life down.
The funny thing is.......
I actually liked it,
Because I thought it was something more......
I thought it could be something more,
But no.
It was just a childish infatuation.
It wasn't love,
It never was.
Infatuation.......
That's all it was......
Nothing more.
You never loved me.
You loved my poems,
Not I.
If they mean so much......
Then let this be the last.
Infatuation......
I knew it was.......
All along.
"It's something more..."
Never again will I listen to you.
"It was love..."
No it wasn't.
You tricked me!
You lied to me!
"It is love..."
NO IT ISN'T!
It's infatuation.
"You're overreacting...."
There's no such thing......
A reaction is a reaction.
There's no going over.
"Listen to me......."
NO! NEVER!
You should be the one listening to me.......
After all......
I'm the one that is right.
It was a childish infatuation......
Just a silly infatuation that had a hold on me.
"It is love......"
Nor.......
It isn't.
I must learn to let it go,
So that I can move on with my life.
Infatuation......
Finally......
It releases me.
"Love......"
Infatuation.
