Chasing a Mirage

One on one — finally,

but it didn’t fill the void inside of me.

You talked at me the whole time,

never bothered to read

what lived between the lines.

We barely had any chemistry.

Still, when you spoke, I listened,

and the world around us blurred,

like it meant something more

than it ever truly did.

I’m chasing a mirage,

and your voice couldn’t quiet the ache.

I placed you high — too high —

while I remained

so far below the light.

No common ground,

no thread between us,

yet my mind is still tangled

in make-believe ties—

a head full of fantasies

for a heart that should know better.