Fraud

I faked it.

See, you were nothing but a seed of existence in my mind but tired of never holding the bouquet, I let my loneliness water you and create you into something that was never real.

I faked it.

See, it was clear that I was going down the wrong road, but instead of stopping for the signs trying to hitchhike their way to my brain, I let my heart steer me straight into clownery.

I faked it.

I let you beat my virgin drum and it was soon clear to me that you possessed no rhythm.
So in order not to bruise your ego as you did my hymen, I let my body move to a beat you barely could keep.

I faked it.

See I had seen all the movies and I had read all the books, and I tried hard for a storybook romance.
The fact was your interest in me, and my body’s response to yours was nothing but fiction.

I faked it.

The reality is we were never meant to be, and my prince charming was more of an ass than the one he rode in on.
So, I think it’s time to shut the book on happily ever after and focus on my own happy ending.