You have ruined me for other men.
Not in the sense
that I will never find someone
to love me like you did;
but in the sense
that if you could fool me for so long
if you could build a pretense
from my hopes and dreams
and hand it to me
as if it were a gift
as though you could give me the universe
then what is to stop them
from marvelling at your construction
inviting themselves in
and settling quietly
into the home you built
with your falsities?
We could be so content there
that I could almost believe it\'s the truth
when they say the words
I am dying to hear
and desperate to ignore.