Good intentions

[wasellajam]

This time I believed it could be reality
This time I didn’t care about morality
Maybe that should’ve been the sign
That you’re just an illusion I created in my mind

But your actions and your words are real
And they cut deep
Not deeper than my growing feelings for you
But that’s something you should never know
Because it makes me weak
And all I’d like to do is wake up and leave

But how could I when I am trapped inside a world
That was never mine
And yet you made me believe it could become my reality
And so I trusted you blindly
I became a part of your story
I rehearsed your lines with you 
And you made me think that it was more than just a script of my imagination
Then again maybe it’s all my fault for trusting your good intentions

Hi, always good to see you posting. For me, the last four lines make the poem, you leave cliches behind and make me feel the situation. It might be nice to lose “your” in the last line as the good intentions might be from either side.

Thanks for the read.