Unconscious desperation

You are complexing, a mind boggling romanticism of my imagination. So quickly I put all my hopes for the future in you, so quickly you disappoint me. Your love for the chase the thrill of taking a woman's inability to see past the façade and wielding it as a weapon is repulsive. But it's my fault as much as it is yours, you never saw me coming. A full grown woman with her mind still set on true love and making every man she's interested in the star of her unconscious desperation.