Love is a magic trick

Full of smoke and mirrors

Full of illusions

Which go nowhere

Love is a quagmire

Which sucks you down

Roots your legs

In quicksand

Just when you think

You find firm ground

You sink

In the quagmire

You pull up a leg

To find the other

Mired in shit

That you can’t comprehend

That drives you insane

You can’t eat

You can’t sleep

You can’t focus on

Everyday tasks

Love is a magic trick

Full of smoke and mirrors

Full of illusions

Which go nowhere

And tear people apart

So that you don’t know

Who you are any more

With Loss after Loss

You pay the cost

Of hanging on

To what needs to end

It doesn’t take much

To cure the ill

To dial a phone

To avoid a disease

But you take

What looks like

The easy way out

And choose not to call

When that’s all you had to do

To avoid this

To avoid the pain

Of not following through

If I have to ask twice

Then you just don’t care

And I can’t do anything

With that…

Because you are about

Smoke and mirrors

You lose me in quagmire

You make me

Stumble and fall

Just when I have

A sense of balance

I know where I’m going

Then you come along

I struggle for footing…

I look at your face…

I disconnect from my life.

I reconnect—I think—

To your life,

To our life

To touching base

In each other’s lives

But just when I think

There’s a solid spot of ground

The quicksand swallows it

Once again

Putting an end

To any new beginning.

An illusion for a fool.

There is no new beginning.

I’ve been a fool.

This is the End.

I’ve known it,

You didn’t accept it.

This is it.

Over.

Done.

Finished.

As I’ve said

Many times

Over the past few months

Move on with your Life

Let me go on with mine.

It’s done,

Let it go.

I’m finished

With this part.

Move on!

BECAUSE…

Love is a magic trick

Full of smoke and mirrors

Full of illusions

Which go nowhere.