LU$T, LOSS & LUCK

I didn’t fall in love with you.
I fell in love with dreams you drew.

You spoke them bright into the air,
I reached for light that wasn’t there.

It wasn’t your hands I chose to trust,
but stories built of smoke and dust.

Not your eyes, but what they showed,
a mirror where my hope could glow.

Handsome.  
Strong.  

Silent.  
Smart.

Observant thief
of mind and heart.

A soul terrorist in perfect disguise,
selling devotion, rehearsing lies.

What I called care was just control.
What I thought was love — an empty role.

Good at pretending, bad at truth.
Every promise a stolen youth.

The scaffolds cracked, the stage was done,
and all I loved was gone, undone.

The heart can’t tell when shadows shift,
or when the mask begins to lift.

I wasn’t loving flesh and bone,
but echoes of a hope I owned.

I see the mirrors I wanted to find,
and know they were shaped by my own mind.

The spell was yours, the longing mine —
a fragile altar we called divine.

Handsome.  
Strong.  

Silent.  
Smart.

Observant thief
of mind and heart.