Delusion E

Stop writing stories in the silence of his no. Stop planting flowers where nothing wants to grow. The truth was standing naked Right before your eyes, but you Kept dressing up Your fantasies as lies. Woo. Hey. Yeah. Hey. He tells you, "Don't wait, I'm not the family Kind." You smile back like Mona Lisa, Certain he'll change with time. "That's just who he is right now," you whisper To yourself. "Those eyes already chose me, I'll tame his reckless heart." He drowns himself in whiskey trying to silence his Hell, while you're picking nursery curtains where Your future children dwell. You think that love's a weapon, chemistry dressed as Grace. That you can rewrite his very soul into Somebody new. It's pure delusion thinking you're the Maker of mankind. A sculptor carving miracles from fantasies you Design. You cut into his spirit like an uninvited Surgeon's knife, expecting all of reality to bend Around your life. It's projection, Your personal anesthesia. Stealing years from yourself with sweet imaginary Euphoria. Where he honestly said no, You invent another sign. Then gently push yourself into the coffin of your Own design. You're almighty in your dreams, blind to every Warning sign. Mm. Where crimson flags are burning bright through your Rose-colored glasses. You long to rule his broken world and heal What isn't yours. But you're only trapped inside the game, Your own illusion forged. "I'll have his baby, then he'll stay," the darkest Whisper says. As if a child were chains enough To change his wandering ways. That's not motherhood you're dreaming of, it's Prison in disguise. Projecting futures onto souls that haven't opened Their eyes. He will never change, Listen, that's just how he's made. Facts are cold as stone, unyielding, Hard and clear. But you choose your own projection And declare war on what's real. Burning all your golden years chasing what will Never change. You don't hear no, You hear, "Just try a little more." You don't see the cliff below, you only see The shore. You hand life an inflated bill for Things beyond your role. Trying to carry everyone while losing your own soul. It's projection, Your personal anesthesia. Stealing years from yourself with sweet imaginary Euphoria. Where he honestly said no, You invent another sign. Then gently push yourself into the coffin of your Own design. You're almighty in your dreams, blind to every Warning sign. Mm. Where crimson flags are burning bright through your Rose-colored glasses. You long to rule his broken world and heal What isn't yours. But you're only trapped inside the game, Your own illusion forged. He said, "I don't want a relationship." Believe him. He drinks every day. Just watch what he does. He will never change for you. Never. Don't build cathedrals On somebody else's Rotten shore. Reality Isn't what you imagined. Reality is what exists Right now. Stop playing God. You cannot change people. Just, Woo, oh, accept it. Hey, yeah. Hey, yeah. Accept it.