Chicanery stole my heart

I'm stuck between who I really am and who I think I should be.

The feelings that have been tugging at my sleeve, for him

I set free.

Silly me.

I stepped out of my zone

For the wrong identity.

Deception arose

But the hearts in my eyes

Disguised my sight

Masked the truth and lead my mind into an intense stream of euphoria.

There was no way to foresee

At that very moment the clock began to count down.

So intoxicated.

Judgement clouded.

Lustful thoughts of what could be kept me under.

Hints of actuality tapped at the window of influence that blinded me.

Soon my soul began to ache.

While my heart was still throbbing with emotions, pleading "no wait, give it time. I need more time."

Pain became my reality.

Desire depleted.

Sorrow numbed, reciprocity no longer necessary.

Reconcile vanished and acceptance became strength.

Just another case of mistaken identity.