CAMELOT FANTASIES

Problem of loving too much
Stupid expectations
False illusions of believing
That you loved me for me
As I loved you for you
Cater cousins forever
Grandiloquence in my magniloquence
Boastful belief that our love equations
We're similar
I still care
I guess I always will
Games were played
Type of mettle of my ardor
What hurt the most
Was that I was the host
Of your embarrassment
Your wrote words of love
Your actions were perfect examples of
Valid honesty in your spectrum
You see your words and actions
Did not equate
Disproportionate
For it was not like a Magick show
I believed what you stated
Different versions I was elated
But like an illusion
I was in a state of confusion
Where my eyes deceived me
Damn figment of my imagination
Games were played
That perfection of the auric glow
Has lost its sparkle
Hate to admit it
A long time ago
Grateful for the present
Dam is open
You let me go
Excessive flow
I was too stupid to see
The games were played
All against me

~Divine