As the autumn leaves bury my dreams in the dead grass,
I realize our seemingly perfect relationship
Was merely a summer fantasy.
The feelings were distorted
In the warm July heat.
Maybe it was the humidity,
Or maybe it was the countless cliches you fed to my naive heart.
We were both fooled into thinking what we had was love,
When it was just both of us longing for something real
And settling for the closest thing we could find.
The truth wasn’t in plain sight;
It was hidden around the edges of our beautiful masterpiece
Painted over a weak canvas.
The worst part was that I knew,
But I so stupidly dismissed
The faint glimmer of uncertainty I saw,
When your lips first touched mine.