Ex-stalker

My head is crowded with suspicious untrue tales And I am having trouble finding all the lies, The abysmally great day when you heard my cries, The wondrous moment you first gave me loving eyes.

Did we ever really exchange honeyed whispers? Did I take you out at night to go see the stars? I'm so ridiculous I should go behind bars, Did I ever think you'd accept people from Mars?

I look into the past to see many years lost As I drowned myself in satisfying daydream, Did I allow myself to be seized by the stream, And is my self-fed lie just bursting at a seam?

I was so insanely in love, or so I thought, All I ever did was obsessively observe, Hoping that one day, a real love story would hatch, Maybe, we could possibly be a fateful match?

I'm not a poetic admirer, I'm a joke. Who wants a mere shadow for the rest of their life? Can an image become a husband, or a wife? Wouldn't that surely descend in an endless strife?

Tearing the photographs taken by deception, I cannot help feeling bitter about it all. I imagined myself as the belle of the ball, However, now I'm just desperate for a phone call.