The Poetry of You

I always hoped to find escape in beauty's arms
All my thoughts are ecstasy; I dream to be alive.

Dear crippling affection
I dive, I sink, I love to have to lean on you.
Fictitious perfection
How much longer must I wait for you?

Until fadeaway mystery
You were nothing that you claimed to be,
When saccharine rapture made me
Sick in moments after.

Oh crippling affection
No longer will I lean on you.
Fictitious perfection
I will not put my faith you.

So with watery eyes that want but can't
Will the hearts half-love to stay
and live forever in the ache,
Prudence forces me to break all ties
And vainly hope its promise true;

That I must leave, for I can only love
The poetry of you.