Project Delusion | COMPLETE

Snow drop

As I approached—I hurt you—forgive me.

From endless possibilities with the narrowest outcomes, I held on to them all—each one.

How I would have some how been famous as you, crossed paths then fell in love—though I was already in love from the start.

The memories I created in my head of us—everything we could have been, the way I could have loved you better then all those who had the opportunity to—heal you.

I should have known I wasn’t a heal no a saint—I was as harmful, because too much love is as suffocating as hate.

We were both drowning.

I had gone overboard as to imagine your flawless sands under my palm, envious heat only two could share—maybe, a possibility of riding through the mountains to the refreshing water that was of you.

For my disrespect, I apologize—it is a emotion stuck on the human nature as that of ignorance.

Crave affirmation, affection without having it was the greatest downfall of many—one being myself.

With the most mistakes of my life, I had placed on myself—I was greatly pleased with letting you go then trapping you in a delusion as criminal as that I once held.

I love you, I still do—but maybe privacy and boundaries were never such a wrong thing in this entertainment ratio, to protect you is what I wanted to do.

And it is now what I am doing—even if that means from me. A fan I shall forever be—not a stalker behind bars for getting too close to burn so much.

To love at a distance should have been our first instinct, we knew you tried so hard and so much for us—you held so much, it broke you but you went on as much as you should have until it was too much.

Placing this Rose on the ground for you—as it should have been in the first place, the thrones removed—smooth edges so it hurts you not but loves.

The first flowers we should have given before the damage, the bondage and regret.

A storm did brew after all. Clothes drenched of more than strong rain outside but our option of handing you—a precious being, full of so much more than we knew—a strong pound to the heart.

To the dreams

The smile.

All below with no way to return—a windflower you should have got, such a starry night—the night sky won, a gift it received.

Obscurity we got.

Happy ending were never made for humans just memories—we should have accepted that a while back.

With all the signs ignored, tossed, laughed at. For that I am sorry—beauty, hope we all drained in one goal—at a better place we hope, things should have been different.

Delusion should never have been projected. A black Rose should have never been given—Aster was a better choice.

For decades my delusions shall haunt me. We should have given you a cat rather than getting those couples tattoo over our hearts.

We should have loved you with a Rose