The Truth is Serrated

A poem about wanting someone to be honest with you, but being hurt when they do so.

To lay alone at night
Wishing you were beside me
That I could hold you close
And feel your warmth inside me
But reality has a tendency
Of contradicting dreams
The truth plagues me
Infecting romantic themes
I try to convince myself
That I am in your heart
But then painful logic
Sends me back to the start
Go directly to jail
You’ll never be kissed
Do not pass GO
You don’t even exist
But that frigid honesty
I cannot help but admire
Addicted, I inject it into my veins
And set my heart on fire
Yet I still imagine you in my arms
Letting me look into your eyes
Memorizing your smile
I indulge in my lies
I beg you to speak
And savour every word
So come and watch me swallow
This double bladed sword